From Bertolt Brecht to Georges Brassens, M. Luzi E. Sanguineti, "anyone, writer or poet writes F. De Andrè, writer or poet, essayist and thinker, jurist and philosopher who wanted to treat the pain or the joy of body and heart could deny the legacy of F. Villon or refrain from dealing with the magic of his word. "
Two years before his death in 1998, Fabrizio de André wrote a "letter" in F. Villon: the Ligurian singer wants to denounce the injustices, as well as at the time of the French poet, still exist in mondo.Secondo De Andrè, poetry and music have the task of forming a collective memory , keeping alive the memory of the atrocities committed by men against their fellow humans.
Dear François, in 1963 I happened to read a daily newspaper in South Africa celebrated the authorities without knowing the five hundredth anniversary of your death: the court in Johannesburg was hanged for eight suspected criminals, of course blacks. The author Article thus described the desperate fear of their child exorcism: 'They danced and sang under the strings before being hanged'. Then it just lingers in grisly detail afterwards. "Kicking for a bit ', some have lasted a minute, others a few minutes'. He took my anger just to write a ballad. As they say in today Gallura 'chistu ponillo touches in the song', this must be put into song, giving the music a meter a rhyme, why not disappear from the collective memory. If I had not found yourself in such an important predecessor to my song probably would not bring the title you suggested me: finally found the opportunity to thank "...
" I write to you from another enlightened age of reason and technique, where the use of the rope 'that's your neck to know how heavy your bum' has become more rare and far but does not disappear altogether. The war itself, rinnovatasi a hundred years in one hundred years, it is not over yet and then as men love beating down their arms and hands and if there are no boilers for boiling counterfeiters, the tools to give the death were improved to the point that only one of those hundred all-powerful, one of Thibault Aussigny may determine the end of humanity in such a short time because the pressure of a finger on a button. A modern form of inquiry that studies people as masses of cases divided by the number without distinguishing between the various individual fates, informs us that we are all much richer than they were your contemporaries, but the requests for ' help from the poor become more desperate every day and getting compelling results of your worst 'case to lord of Bourbon' because you did 'a loan of six shields pretty'. Even today we are capable of strong feelings, but more willingly turn them into tears sitting in the theater before the tragedy of Hamlet and Orestes or returning home to dry eyes do not even deserve a closer look at our intent to count the spaghetti to feed the children. "
'So what' of Aussigny Thibault 'in whose hands so much pain you have suffered and whose immense power comes to' shed blood in the streets of Paris' and, therefore, that you 'deny as your bishop' reappears with a choice group of powerful enemies of humanity in a page of Grotius: 'If the human race is one of a hundred men, it is doubtful that these hundreds of men belonging to the human race'. "
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