Vinicio Capossela: What is love is the question that everyone asks themselves without actually finding an answer, precisely because love is subjective and is too vast a feeling to be answered with a simple answer. However, writers, poets, artists have not given up and have always tried to answer.
One of these is Vinicio Capossela, the singer-songwriter born in Hanover in Germany, but raised in Italy and very close to his southern origins, also author of the book Il Paese dei coppoloni , which in one of his most famous songs, Che coss’e l ‘ amor , released in 1994 in the album Camera a Sud, searches for the meaning of love, in a very particular way.
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Vinicio Capossela seeks and searches for the definition of love, taking into consideration the points of view of various characters belonging to the popular world, thus pursuing a more down to earth line, rather that courtly and inspired by absolute values. Perhaps this is Capossela’s intention: to demonstrate precisely that love is so vast that everyone, even a door, or a prostitute, could say something about it, personal and authentic at the same time.The points of view on love are infinite and all necessary. Whether you are a prince, or a dressmaker, or you spend a great deal of time in a tavern drinking and enjoying an enjoyable life, everyone can talk about love, and they wouldn’t be wrong .
The singer-songwriter Vinicio Capossela, awarded several times by the Tenco Club, asks the wind, a hammock who have seen love stories with their eyes what is meant by love; he also asks the “black dresser”, who spends a lot of time spying on lovers, looking at the world beyond her romance novel.
Ask at the door
To the black dresser
And to her romance novel
Of her Who leafs through endlessly
To the reverent greeting of the
swinging Peruvian
Who bows his head to the luster
Of the seventh Polar
Even “The king of the cellar” feels challenged, who walks and whirls all night looking for his love while dancing, a metaphor for life itself.
Ouch, please Miss
I am the king of the cellar I
turn all crocco
Under the lights Of the
arch of San Rocco
But you will also gladly lean
on Until dawn livid with mist
That dries us up and consumes us The text by Vinicio Capossela
What is there ‘love
Ask the wind
That whips its moan on the gravel
Of the avenue of sunset
To the frozen hammock
That has lost its gazebo
Wail at the season gone in the shade
Del lampione san souci
What is love
Ask at the door
To the black dresser
And to her romance novel
Who leafs through endlessly
To the reverent greeting
Of the swinging Peruvian
Who bows his head to the luster
Of the seventh Polar
Ow, lets miss
I am the king of the cellar
Vaulting all crocco
Under the lights of the
arch of San Rocco
But it also willingly rests
Until dawn livid of mist
That dries us up and consumes us
What is love
And a stone in the shoe
That stings the slow pace of the bolero
With the foreign rider
To pretend
A stranger knight
And the ritual of every evening
Lost in the heat of the polka dot of san souci
What is love
And the Ramona who enters the field
And like a vaiassa with a big blow He
moves her and shakes her
He’s in high heels and the low ass
Belly naked and squirming She
shakes her head as if possessed
With the meeting of
her trusted friend
Ahi, allows Miss
I am the king of the cellar
Vampire in the vineyard
Subtractor in the kitchen
I am monarch and I am Bohemian
If this is misery
I dive into it
With dignita da rey
What is love?
And an address on the coast
of an overseas place
That is far away
Only before you arrive
Game you left
And I find myself driven back in
spite of myself
In the ancient circle
Here damned
Among the underworld of bars
What is love
And what remains
To be shared and quarreled in the sieve
Of the penultimate hour
Some Esther from Ravarino
I take the liberty of saving
To his fate
From the frozen caravan
Of immigrants on fire
Of the san souci band
Ahi, let me
be the king of the cellar
Vampire in the vineyard
Subtractor in the kitchen
Son monarch son boemio
If this is misery
I dive in
With the dignity of a rey
Ahi, allow Miss
I am the king of the cellar I turn
all crocco
Under the lights of the arch of San Rocco
I am monarch I am bohemian
If this is misery
I dive into it
With dignity of a rey
