From: Paul
Site Date: 24
January 2010 15:25 Subject: A dear greeting
A: fansclub@ninodangelo.com
I can not call myself a fan. More than anything I could call myself a fan.
The other night I happened to look up the RAI-3 episode of "Talk to me " with Dandini where you are was a guest.
I have to say about a host of great because I found your wonderful performance. Intreressante, fun, funny and at the same time cynical and true.
came to my mind so many things that happened many years ago.
I remembered when we went " Haret 'ground " to play football there, and sometimes played with a certain " Semmenzella " which was also the cousin of my classmate (at the time I did primary school) who had a shoe store in Casoria in what today is called Via Alcide De Gasperi (I'm sure at the time was not called that) on the corner of Via Torquato Tasso. These were the years of our youth and I must say I approached those days with a little 'shortness of breath. " I've never been a street urchin (in the sense of the word). I've always been "nu good Guaglione" . Already by that age. At school, always in good standing, and above all speak Italian. It was hard to hear me say a bad word but I have never disdained to live the road. I remember my Professor De Lucia - master of the second grade - that I strongly advised my mother to me "go down the street." And do not keep me locked up at home. He was right: he knew that the road was a very good school. For this reason, I always alternate so the "good manners" (study, study, study) with "the way". A few shot the ball (have never become a footballer) some games with marbles (we call them "balls"), some playing with action figures (they were playing the slap or "pahh" blowing on the cards hoping that if they turn the largest number).
short: I have lived. Paul and I
site so maybe that tells you little. It would be better to tell you that I am the brother of Loretta, the wife of Giancarlo Vinci (great player: that is) you probably remember more easily. He, too, when we were talking about you, he always spoke with pleasure and respect.
In the 80s, when you raged with jeans and T-shirts, I attended the University. This has me completely detached from your "environment". I felt different and had nothing in common. A bit 'with the snobbish and then laughed at your business without missing a minute to hear what you said to me was just rubbish. Those were the years where you were not yet even "in". Imagine if you could consider "intel". Maybe not even consider you "intelligent" certainly not "intellectual." Probably because maybe I was wrong already at the time you said something of yours and you do not standardized to the stereotype of the "singer of dramatized." In fact: I have perhaps made a mistake.
In the meantime, I graduated in 1986 and just six months after I left Naples. There
I have lived in Naples. Is returned. Always. Realize that in the meantime My barber has always been to Naples. That is, until two years ago, when my mother died (my father died in 2004). Since then I have found a barber shop in Milan where I live since 1993 (the previous seven years were spent in Rome).
Milan is the city where I live. I do not love you but I can not say hate.
course for me is a bit 'hard waking up in the morning and look out in front of the Castello Sforzesco (live in the heart of Milan, Foro Buonaparte). If I turn right I see the Virgin Mary, but I'd rather avoid in order to see from a distance a bit 'of the sea. At the bottom are from Naples. I feel proud to be a stronzata.Avrei been born anywhere else. This is the only thing that's my life I could never decide. We think our parents make us come from somewhere in the world.
I wanted to write instead to send a greeting but also to make you my compliments for what you've done with your life and for the courage you have shown. Especially to yourself.
Maybe it's me that I wanted my parlarti.Delle "tears Italian" (do not use often speak in my dialect, and then can not be called the true ee Own napulitane tears "). Of my sadness - I am now even more from my barber - in staying away. It 'possible that Naples is a little more and for those who are born there is not just "the city where you were born." I think it's one of the places beautiful in the world. I had great pleasure when I read a book by Canadian Will Ferguson (Hitchhiking with Buddha) who speaks of Japan that put the bay of Naples between the three most beautiful places in the world. So let's just say we do not. Well from this beautiful place I have removed 24 years ago knowing that I would not have returned to live longer. I live so this was a "traitor" in Naples Essendon also deeply in love. I like other Neapolitan, not we left with a cardboard suitcase. We were and are professional and probably today we would have much trouble riambientarci in the mess that results in a city like Naples. You wonder why, but you know it: it's a big mess. The casino is also within us. It We miss but we left we said that it was for work but maybe we escaped. We are traitors. It hurts to hear evil, and every time it is the name of Naples on the news there is a blow to the heart because we are almost certain that this is bad news. Who are we then?
You write a song.
Or not?
Greetings sincere and grateful.
PS: If you happen to Milan - and I know that we understood - I wish I had the pleasure to greet you. My address is Foro Buonaparte 71 Milan (below you can also find my phone)
______________________________ Paul
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