The Sanremo Festival is the most anticipated musical event by Italians. On stage the greatest interpreters of the Italian song performed and their songs have become in many cases real classics. So, waiting for the 70th edition, we have decided to tell you the story and the meaning of the songs that have made the history of the Sanremo Festival.
Ranked in second place in the latest edition of the Sanremo Festival, ” Your details ” by Ultimo , one of the most listened to songs of 2019, tells the sense of emptiness and nostalgia that the end of a love leaves inside each of us. So it happens that just when we try to forget, we are overwhelmed by the memory of the thousand details that that person has left on us.. They take us by surprise in the small daily actions, when we cook or walk, without the possibility of avoiding them. At that point, if there is no way to escape from the memories, all that remains is to dive inside and sing them together with Ultimo. The little things I love about you
In the song Ultimo celebrates love in its everyday life, in small gestures that seem insignificant and that instead contain the authenticity of a relationship . Because if falling in love passes through the idealization of the “you”, Love – the true one – is made up of those thousand details that we learn to love in the other person . Even those that we struggle to accept and understand, but which make the “you” a unique and irreplaceable being.
I haven’t heard from it for a long time
Your voice in the morning that shouts “bu”
And it made me wake up nervous but
Now instead I wake up and I feel that
I miss all your details
When you said to me
“You are always tired because you don’t have time
”
. always an extra dish for you Hiding your feelings
Petrarch also told us this when, to hide his love for Laura from prying eyes, he went “solo et pensoso” to “the most deserted fields”. Similarly, the ego describes that sense of closure that oppresses him since the “you” is gone , leaving him alone in a rain that shows no signs of abating.
I remained the one closed in on itself
That when it rains he laughs to hide
I miss all those details of yours
When you said to me
“You feel alone because you are not as you appear” The impossibility of singing love
Another topos of the literary tradition recurs here, the ineffability of love, that is, the inability to find the right words to describe and tell a feeling that is as profound as it is impossible to define . The elevation of sentiment is such that only a word invented by God could define it. The geometric perfection of the divine word is contrasted by human beings, described as baggage at the mercy of life and its coincidences, which move in no particular order, unable to find direction and meaning in what is happening.
Oh, it hurts to tell you now
But I don’t know what I feel
anymore If only God would invent
new words I could tell you that
We are only luggage
We travel in scattered orders
If only God would invent new words
I could write new love songs for you
And sing them here The ending
In a crescendo of voice and instruments, the Last invokes the right word, just as the poets did with the muses, and raises his desperate love song. Thus, music becomes the only possible tool to bring to life the memory of a great love .
I have been walking for a long time and
I always hear noises behind me
Then I turn around thinking that you are there
And I realize that besides me I don’t know what’s there
I miss all your details
When you said to me
“You’re always tired because you don’t have schedules”
Oh, it hurts to tell you now
But I don’t know what I feel
If only God would invent
some new words I could tell you that
We are only baggage
We travel in scattered orders
If only God invented new words
I could write new love songs for you
And sing them here
Between mine and your details
I could sing them here
If only God invented
new words I could tell you that
We’re just baggage
. We travel in scattered orders
If only God invented new words
I could write new love songs for you
And sing them here
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