We are in the human passions that are struggling to emerge and when that flow, sometimes a bit sheepish '. They are the ones that I think poetically psychoanalyst Borgna define the intermittent heart. I speak of those thoughts full of nostalgia that arise within us when, in his maturity is starting to reap the fruits a bit 'faded, but full of broken dreams, our memories. Here's this wonderful album, full of poetry takes us right there, that Maria Zambrano would call the light of the forest. This, according to the English philosopher, those in the deep glades of the forest where almost surprise penetrating sunlight; that light has something of the numinous, a miracle, it is right there where you would not have expected you would, it seems that someone has just passed, you were looking for a long time. Perhaps it would be just enough to get a moment before and you would have found something wonderful in front, perfect for you, perhaps the dream of your life. All this is reflected in the song, full of echoes sixties, I see your shadow. Whisper Song , we processed almost sings to signify the inability to find those paths of love (and let it be said this word so overused, but here it is necessary), which nevertheless also been pursuing a life and through its his songs. To grasp the small size of these feelings just listen not breathe , in which on simple rhythmic acoustics, her voice penetrates with a memorable melody and sing it: "Pretending not to be afraid" and it appears clear that the search for identity passes for deep soul searching, where something safe lose, even if it were only our certezze.Che say about the wonderful O or love everything , where escape is stripping and there confirms that the search for love, not demand compromises, but the choices that sometimes there can be scary, but we need to untie the knots of our life and perhaps only Love can help us do that. The whole song is whispered with the plan that draws Fogaroli excellent classical arpeggios. The song If draws then the chances that we missed and that sometimes we would like in the movie there were reintroduced Sliding Doors , but unfortunately this will no longer be possible: "Put it in my head" there Evasio sings on a decidedly rock. Vivo then with his solo acoustic takes one of the songs on her first solo album Passi, as if to set up a circular path of life that can lead us on paths that we seem to have already come. On the record at this point looks good at all the covers of Ballad summer exhausted Giancarlo Onorato, full of echoes ripe De André. Only prodigious shooting If I lose you too Neil Diamond, which should be a country version (thanks to the banjo and the counterpoint of Dino Barbé Cristina Gambalonga), like that of Muraro, to bring in his heart. Last Act of Love is the tribute, out of time and age (purtroppo!) to the late, great Ivan Della Mea, with O dear wife . As evidence of the route that Evasio Muraro obliges us to do for the trails is not always easy in life and love, poetry is transcribed in the booklet, entitled, precisely Letter d ' love where there is a promise: "Wait on the road, I'll be there." Here we are with you Evasio!
A special thanks to Andrea (Trevaini) for the wonderful "notes" and Giuseppe "Peppe" Bandirali for photography.
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