In 2016, Dario Gerardi wrote some beautiful poems dedicated to Il Volo, I liked them very much and so I contacted Dario and asked him if I could translate them for American friends.
He was very happy with this.
I have already published this poem, but it was a long time ago and it was one of the first posts I did. Coincidentally I found this poem in these days and I thought to propose it again, surely many of you do not know it and I am convinced that even those who already know it will like to read it again.
Dario Gerardi is a young Sicilian blind person. Read his beautiful words dedicated to Il Volo.
DREAMS, IN FLIGHT
The lights come on … From darkness to brightness in the blink of an eye, to feeling microscopic in large concert halls, the heart beats faster and stronger …
Three silhouettes appear out of nowhere, filling the eyes of those who have an extraordinary desire to see the wonder.
Applause begins … The screams of those who have always dreamed of them …
The moment seems to have come, and now everything is going as it should go.
Exceptional orchestra behind them, sensational musicians as added value, to all that fantastic with their voices, they imprint in the hearts of women and men who have always loved them.
Italianpride,madein Italy … Every stage in this world is recognizing the great value of those who are spreading great love in the air.
Immediately the first song, in listening to them, there are those who have not yet stopped reopening their eyes, reopening them, all this is not a dream but it is simple and pure reality, fantastic!
One song leads to another, just like delicious and tasty cherries, the voices thunder in the air …
The dream doesn’t seem to end.
Irony and sympathy, very important elements of those who, not only with their own voice, know how to enchant …
But above all, their knows how to make people smile who in this hard life does not do it constantly.
Almost as if it seemed a marvelous mix of music and sympathy, between one song and another, the hearts take on a rhythmic beat just like percussion with sweet beats.
The smile imprinted on the faces of the listeners as a symbol of happiness, as if it should never disappear… Them … Healthy bearers of happiness.
The last song marks the end of everything that so far seemed an endless dream, but …
The encore is upon us. Who will ever stop following them …
Eternally this concert will be imprinted in their minds, in their hearts.
Everyone in their homes will always be able to dream of them just as they did it live.
Three hearts for a world!
Honor to them.
I don’t know what effect these words had on you, but they seemed really beautiful and appropriate to me, they express the emotion and joy of the first concert, when slowly, without realizing it, you are hopelessly in love with Il Volo.
I remember years ago, you were so young then. Sometimes, I can’t help but wish, that you were small again. I’ve ached when you’ve faced heartaches, and saw, that as you grew, nothing broke your Spirit, instead it strengthened you. I’m filled with mixed emotions, as I hold back all the tears and, with much pride remember, back so many years. When I first saw you if only I’d have known, the years would feel like moments, after you had grown. You aren’t a child, though in my eyes, I guess you’ll always be, that young boy who changed my life, and means the world to me.
I stumbled across this touching poem that made me think of watching Ignazio, Piero and Gianluca growing up before our very eyes, and of us, their devoted fans. So many of us have said how finding Il Volo has changed our lives for the better. Deepening our love of bel canto, discovering new friendships,traveling adventures to concerts and for some, to their beautiful Italy, and being witness to three genuine young men who are making the world a better place just by being themselves, have been but a few of the joys these boys have given us.
I wish someone had documented on film little Gianluca standing in the town square singing at the age of 3. Or the first time Piero’s Nonno heard him sing and asked who that was? Or Ignazio banging away on his drums in his bedroom at a tender young age.
I love going back and looking at footage of our boys at young ages as their talents were beginning to be recognized. Daniela sent me this first video of Ignazio , back in 2007, performing at Marsala Impero Theater in a re-adaptation of Gen Rosso’s musical, STREETLIGHT. I found the second video filmed during the same performance. Ignazio knew his way around the spot light way back then. This boy was meantto be on a stage!
The next video is of Piero singing with Nonno Pietro in what looks like the town piazza. Note how Piero is directing the children’s choir right behind him. How adorable!
And finally we have Gianluca with his younger version of Il MareCalmo Della Sera. His voice was so strong and powerful way back then. Note the sweet quick smile he breaks into when the audience applauds. I remember in an interview with his parents they stated he was so shy when he was young, he would look upwards the entire song or turn and face the wall, so as not to have to look at people while he sang. Here he actually sneaks a few glances at the camera.
Yes, Gianluca, Piero and Ignazio…you will always be…the young boys who changed our lives and mean the world to us.
Credit to all owners of videos.
Poem author: Cynthia A. Sieving
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