3.1 Dedicated to Fabrizio De André - To Remember a true person

When a man dies, it is always a sad moment. Especially when it is about a man who let a big wealth to the world, maybe that the pain, for the one that appreciated him, it is well bigger. What Fabrizio De André let us is in his disks, in his songs, and it is about a precious gift for the whole humanity. Maybe he can astonish to see the sadness of people when, there is one year, they knew his death.

It is true that they wanted to him well and for an artist, a new thing creator, it is that the best thanks. But one so big pain for a singer, one had not seen him! We liked all Fabrice without having ever seen him. Why? Because he was more that a father, more that an eldest brother who taught us, thinking years of youth, to live. He taught us to reason, to think without blinker, to have mercy for weakest because we are all of men and all us is a little unhappy.

To us that have, an all small little, learned to live while also listening to André's songs, we think that his disappearance has not been understood. His works remained all and that means that the man is not completely dead. His mind will continue to live a lot of times again.

The musics of the Genoese Singer songwriter are so beautiful that they deserve to enter in books of school, and they already entered, for the recognition of the use of the language and for teachings of civilization that he let us along his 30 years of career.

These poetries tell the World, of the pain, of the suffering, of the charity, of the white and black, ugly and beautiful life, that we live.

The player Jones died...
In a song, more that in the other André spoke of oneself. The one of the player Jones. "In a whirlwind of dust - he sang - the other saw drought. It reminds me the skirt of Jenny to a dancing feast there are several years. I listened to the strong sound of my earth: it was my earth. And then because to call him again, how to think it better... Liberty, I saw her while waking up in the soaked fields and sowed, by sky and money, by sky and love, surrounded by the barbed thread. Liberty, I saw him every time that I played for a dance of girls in feast, for a drunk friend. People know that you know how to play. You must play for all the life and you like to make listen to you..."

I am sure that Jones-Fabrice the player, would even have played with life so god would not have taken him with oneself. He that, as Jones has offered his throat to wine, his face to wind and ever a thought to money, to the love and the sky. He seems to me to see to wish it with his guitar. He that should have slept in the Supramonte hotel and that accompanied Piero and Marinella in the world of the spirits. He that made from Road of Field a all over World's metaphor. He that, sang songs of hope and torment until his last days. I hope that he didn't suffer too much during his death. He didn't deserve it.

The singer of the suffering, but it would be beautiful to remind it today, so much that the official tears of the television are finished, as the best lost reason lawyer; as a defender of the last, of those that don't know, of the weak, of poor. André's songs taught to everybody to watch lovingly and with mercy those that fly for the hunger, the light women (fireflies), the beloved forsaken, gypsies, the mad, patients, soldiers died in war.

Do you remember the patient's song to the heart? How much of meant in those words. "Me also I began to dream with them - he sang - and after the soul, sudden, she took off. When I was young I looked at the other boys that played, to the rhythm of my sick heart, and I wanted to leave and to play to run on the lawn, to see the other boys how took breath. And you want and you think about what it misses you to run... - and he continues with the thought of the one that made - "to tell itself life by eyes and not to be able to drink to the source of a breath but to sips...".

Fabrice was an author of texts of songs (singer songwriter) of big value of these desperate histories, of death, of desolation. He always had nearly in the soul a feeling of humanity Christian: he understood the suffering, tears, the sadness against the bad fate.

Good Tale for disinherited them of the world
In this world of injustices and against the justice God could comfort men of this big pain only. Jesus, the big revolutionary of the love for poor, gave the hope that misses. "So Jesus had not existed - said André - one should have invented him. And it is that that one made". It is a gospel of heresy the one of Fabrice, but a gospel that lets a hope to men who understand mistakes that they made.

It is necessary to say that when he wrote these sentences on Jesus, he let always understand that, although one can decide not to believe in what men created behind God's character, no one can forget that the gospel of the Good Tale at very important summer in the world. Fabrizio De André liked the idea of the world drawn on the contrary by the Nazarene. A god to the long hairs who spoke with prostitutes and with sinners because they were those that needed the light of the sky, and De André wrote a lot on them because they were those that needed the poetry light. A light that cannot change the world, but that makes more tolerable the pain.

The suffering is a characteristic of the humanity and it is necessary to respect the one that suffers, because of this manner one respects the man. The body of men is the temple of life. The pain is the prayer of this sick humanity that doesn't succeed in finding God in no angle of the World.

"Praise to God, Praise to the man, Praise to whom in the life it hears pity for the last ones".

Farewell Fabrizio, a prayer of people without God will come with you in the green grazing of the Sky.

Who loves the war, he has not seen it in face (Erasmus from Rotterdam)

The path for the peace is the peace (M. K. Gandhi)

You cannot choose the country where to born, You cannot choose the color of your skin, You cannot choose the relatives, but You can choose the friends. Living means to choose, to decide what to do, every day.

3.1 Dedicated to Fabrizio De André - To Remember a true person

To Remember a True Person

The soul never dies