Naples wakes and Pino is always here – The XIX Century

Naples wakes and Pino is always here – The XIX Century

 

Pino Daniele

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Naples – will tell you that the awakening of Naples was dark and gloomy. Do not believe us. On the day when he learned of Partenope death of Pino Daniele , since the dawn the sun has “protected” the city. There is nothing romantic, though, in this image of rays that stretch of Mount Vesuvius, the Gulf and change the color of the sea. The night of January 5 of Partenope is rained a severe rain and the sun does not heat today. Show simply, without any romance hypocritical and folklore, what this place South of the World is a city like many others, grieving and unfortunately accustomed to the loss of another young child.

Out of the ordinary is indeed an irrefutable reality, that has nothing to do with what everyone is accustomed to imagine when an event affecting this place and the people living there, forever doomed to be love or hate, no middle ground.

Anyone who now write, speak and above will see images of Naples in the day in which the heart of “his Pino” has stopped beating, will mainly yet another theater of life: scenes of faces that indolence pass romantic despair exasperated in its manifestation through a DNA that is always justified with that indulgent and clearly in the balance, if not called by a Neapolitan, between tolerant and almost racist “only in Naples … “.

Only in Naples, but in fact in any other culture that does not belong to southern Italy but in the South of the world, death is rather perceived for what it is: a passage . Towards what you do not know, of course, but almost does not matter. Because here, in this land of fire and water, life goes through the other and still says, still brings the voice of those who went first. Just a little ‘ahead of the others, all the others that will follow anyway.

There is no luck that takes , in this. Indeed, just looking at things from this perspective one can understand that the luck in Naples, that, too, is a good-natured joke: a divertissement that the people, yes that exists and resists Partenope, keeps pouring himself and “foreigners” to exorcise a deep rooted awareness of the end.

Today, in fact, you should not even go around Naples. You should not even look at Facebook and other Social because there is little to understand, little to tell. The pain does not need to be described when it is so obvious. Pens, keyboards, cameras should be left in place. Ferme on a desk, motionless objects that have nothing to testify.

Here, under a sun that does not shine even if it is high in the sky, there is no need even to appoint Pino Daniele in the alleys of the central districts, for city ​​streets full of Posillipo, the streets of the bourgeois Vomero. As there was not need until yesterday, when he still was not dead. Here, in the end, nothing has changed: Pino is part of the city as De André always has been to Genoa. South and North, far and once again, thanks to the music, always close.

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