Lacrime napulitane

Il 26 maggio 1942 moriva il grande Libero Bovio. LACREME NAPULITANE E’ Primmaverao nun è Primmavera?Nun se sente p’’e strade: “Bellu sciore…”Chesta jurnata scura cchiù d’’a seran’alba ‘e tristezzaha miso dint’’o core. Nun saglie a voce: <E ffravule ‘e ciardino!>‘O pianino nun sona:<Quanta rose>Pare ca tutto dormea ssuonno chino,pare ca songhe ‘e neve tutt’’e ccose. … Continua a leggere Lacrime napulitane

Anithing is possible

"Naples is a living and ruined city.Everything is beautiful, horrendous and messy, nothing works well except the past.But anything is possible. [...]If there were a capital of the soul,Halfway between East and West, between senses and philosophy, between honor and deception, it would be based here.In the middle of the city opens in Spaccanapoli, a … Continua a leggere Anithing is possible

When Naples tells

Napule è, Pino Daniele The soul of Naples opens up to those who are willing to seize it, and since then he remains enchanted, almost a prisoner. That soul unfolds through the ancient streets, accompanies the gaze and the senses, it arrives in the squares framed by the alleys, rises in the domes of the … Continua a leggere When Naples tells