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SI ME FALTA TU MIRADA by Valeria Bosch

My friend Valeria Bosch wrote a beautiful parallel between the song de IL VOLO, “Si Me Falta Tu Mirada” and the poem of the famous Italian poet Eugenio Montale (Nobel Prize 1975) “LA CASA DEI DOGANIERI”, I translate it for you.

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As many Ilvolovers are doing in this period, waiting for IL VOLO to give us a new prodigious production for the celebrations of the tenth anniversary next year, I am also looking for their past interpretations  and just yesterday I was reminded of the poem “La casa dei doganieri” by Eugenio Montale. While reading the poem perhaps for the first time with real attention, the text of “Si me falta tu mirada”, the beautiful song, one of my favorites, of which there is also a video clip turned between the ancient walls of the Arena of Verona, my city. Of this song there are both the Spanish and Italian versions, and the authors are two composers and lyricists, Marco Marinangeli and Claudia Brant, well known in the musical world; the first even in 1996 had a nomination for a Grammy.

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The theme of the song is the emptiness that is created in a person still in love when it is left: the house suddenly becomes deserted, the coffee takes on a bitter taste, the rain falls and more than a rain, it seems a cry, of the sky. The abandoned lover feels that he no longer has tomorrow, he thought he was on his way to happiness, but as soon as they missed him, the look and the smile of his beloved, the world collapsed on him and now he can no longer  tighten nothing, there is nothing left in that hand that previously contained the whole world.

Likewise, Montale’s poem speaks of an abandoned house, since the woman, loved by the poet, beautiful and vivacious, has gone away. The poet has only been left holding the thread of memory that she has instead let fall. Love vanished and the poet can no longer overcome his loneliness.

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As is easy to understand, the common elements in the two texts are many: in addition to the underlying theme (abandonment in love and the pain of the person left), they are represented by the house, which becomes a symbol of abandonment, from the objective elements that express all the suffering and the disorientation of those who remain alone (in the text of the song, the coffee that tastes bitter, and the rain that has become crying), from the smile of the woman who in both cases represents the vivid and tormenting memory of herself that she has left, the inability to find the “passage”: “my heart has stopped, I have no more tomorrow if I miss your look”.

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Of course, far from the intent of comparing the lyrics of a song with the immortal verses of the poet of the pain of life: I just wanted to highlight a similar inspiration and a similar approach to a theme that affects us all closely, much to close.

~ Valeria Bosch ~

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SI ME FALTA TU MIRADA  (IF I MISS YOUR LOOK)

This house, now a foreigner
now nothing is as it was
and only the memory remains in place
and it happens every evening
your absence poisons me
like a drop it digs the rock.
and you broke in half
every day of happiness,
of us.
Leave it on pause,
the beat,
of my tired heart
of waiting for you in vain
but do not pass a moment
that your look is missing
in every street every city, everywhere
I go
oooh oohh oohh
in a hurry of a moment,
we did not have the time
to catch us,
to look like you,
and I do not know where I was wrong
if in the end it was enough for us to just turn around,
for, do not find ourselves again
and you broke in half every day of happiness
our
I leave on pause the beat
of my heart tired of waiting you in vain
but do not pass a moment
that your look is missing
in every street every city, wherever I go.

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Valeria was really good at making this beautiful parallel.

I do not know how many of you know the Italian poet E. Montale, but I believe that the depth of the reflections made by Valeria has intrigued and interested you.

Daniela

Credit to owners of all photos and video.

Notte Magica – The Movie

 

I saw the Boys nearly 10 ft tall.
Braced myself…wasn’t scared at all.

You think Gian’s eyes are a mesmerizing green?
Just wait til you see them on the big screen!

They were large and dreamy like shiny jewels.
I wanted to dive into those lovely big pools.

They sang and they sang mouths 5 ft wide.
My greatest desire was to crawl inside.

My sister and her daughter came along.
They clapped and bravo-ed thru each song.

Ignazio’s chest so large and sublime.
My breathing stopped about that time.

His mustache was huge and what do you suppose?
I could see the freckle on the end of his nose.

His dimples well.. I could hardly look.
Were as deep as the ocean, my whole body shook!

Piero’s face so sweet and serene.
I wanted to hug that big flat screen.

Enormous were the size of the glasses
covering the eyes of a man loved by masses.

I knew the music, I’d seen it live on stage.
Now, my Il Volo book has another page.

The surround sound certainly did what it could.
Not the same as live, but still very good.

A movie critic I may not be,
But this is one you all should see!

I promise you I’ve told no lies.
I’d love those guys just any size!

~Marie

A Little Il Volo Poetry by Sandi Eyman


Here are three poems I wrote about Il Volo.  I hope they are worthy of the Flight Crew.  They are Senryu (a type of haiku), so it will be a format not familiar to some of our readers.

~Sandi

Il Volo

Three Italian guys
   attentive, humorous, and kind
      once boys…now men

Gian, Igna, Pero
   exquisite voices
      smooth, lyric, strong

Velvet, silk, brocade
   voices…
      like ribbons entwined

                      ~~~

‘Twas The Night

I have a need to post this poem I adapted (mangled) in 2013.  It’s my favorite for obvious reasons.   Yes…I plan to post it every year.  So, for the fourth time…

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 ‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the villa,
not a creature was stirring, not even Godzilla (couldn’t think of another rhyme)

When, what to my wondering eyes should I hear, (I take liberties)
but a song and three Boys, not tiny, but Dear! (lots of liberties)

I saw Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio too,
up to my rooftop, to my living room they flew!

They were dressed all in Armani, from their head to their foot,
but their clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot.

A bundle of love they had in their pack,
and they looked just like heaven, when I calmly stared back!

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! (that really is a line!)
Piero’s glasses were there, the color of cherry! (that one’s not)

Gian said not a word but went straight to his work
and filled all my dreams with songs and a perk!

He’d left me Ignazio all covered with bows
and giving a nod up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his Fiat, to Piero gave a whistle,
and away they both flew, like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of site,
“Happy Christmas to all, I hope Marie doesn’t bite!”

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~ Young-ish ~


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The Way That I See Time.

What you see isn’t really me, look closer and you’ll find, 
A face that’s 20
And unlined.

Gaze with your heart and not your eyes, 
To truly see
Where beauty lies.

Beneath this shell, If truth be told,
Is the breath of youth,
In a soul that’s old.

Know that love, indeed, is blind,
‘Cause here inside
I’m in my prime.

See me and not my many folds. 
I’ve been around,
God only knows.

Deep in my heart you’ll see the glow.
Young love lives here.
And now you know.

~Marie

“If you could only read my mind
and understand the way that I see time.”  

The Best Day of my Life 

Personally Speaking ~ REVIVIFICATION ~ Mary Bohling

To impart new life, energy or spirit.

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You’ve taken flight for home, sweet  songbirds.

It’s time for you to rest.

You’ve sung your little hearts out.

You’ve given us your best.

 

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You’ve filled us with your beauty, our hearts are overflowing,

We say caio for now, and shed a tear, but  we are always knowing

That  you will come again,  though the waiting will be tough,

Anticipation can be sweet and will have to be enough.

After you’ve revived yourselves with lots of relaxation

Immerse yourselves completely in your favorite recreation.

 

The sea is calling Piero to help relieve his tension.

 

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And Walter and Buddy truly need Ignazio’s attention.

 

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Gianluca likes to spend his time with family and friends.

 

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And soccer at the beach is a joy that never ends.

 

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Piero says  the Nautilus Club is really neat,

And running in the sand feels lovely on the feet.

 

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Sometimes just being left alone is really what  you need.

To take some time to ruminate and cut down on the speed.

 

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Relaxing by the sea is always lots of fun

When you are with a best friend, just soaking up the sun.

 

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 Even though this time is meant for rest and easy living,

The passion for your work will make you keep on giving.

 

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You’ll be busy with recording and making future plans.

Please top your list with this request: remember all the fans

Who wait here in the USA  to hold you close once more.

 

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We LOVE you, we WANT you, we NEED you,

You are OUR Grand Amor.

 

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~ Mary~

Photo credits to:

  Piero Barone Fans

Il Volo Fans In The World

All Things Il Volo

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Eventually ~ Marie

I am excited to introduce you all to my new career as a song writer.   I have the words, but no tune yet,  although some melody keeps going around in my head.  I think I’ll call it something like..

🎵 Eventually 🎶

You’ll be loving me, eventually.
A great love for me, eventually.
From the start you broke my heart
your love was never shown,
but still I’m true, waiting for you, now that your grown.

You’ll be loving me, eventually.
I’ve much love for you, my dear, you’ll see.
Though you never call
remember I shall always be,
In love with you.
You’ll love me too.
E-ven-tual-ly.

You’ll be loving me, eventually.
There’s no one but you, Ingy for me,

Tho I love all three, remember I shall always be,
in love with you, you’ll love me to,
E-ven-tual-ly.

I’m the one you’ll love,  it’s really me.
Loretta knows that I’m your bride to be.

Tho the fans shall fall
remember you shall always be,
happy you’ll see,
Only with me,
E-ven-tual-leee-eee.

I have no shame.
I’ll bear your name.
E-ven-tual-ly.

What do you think of my new song, Boys?

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I thought so.
~M