© Jenny Carboni
Young Artists for Dante
Canzoni surreali sulla Divina Commedia
musiche di Vanni Crociani
testo di Gabriele Graziani
supervisione al testo di Eugenio Baroncelli
Gabriele Graziani voce
Vanni Crociani pianoforte, tastiere e fisarmonica
Fabio Cimatti sassofoni
Giacomo Toschi sassofoni
Andrea Batani trombone, glockenspiel
Amedeo Santolini chitarre
Alessandro Padovani contrabbasso
Mirko Berlati batteria
Opera Contemporanea commissionata da Ravenna Festival-Teatro Alighieri
in collaborazione con Società Dante Alighieri
Midway upon the journey of a summer’s morning, I found there was a hole in the middle of my head.
It was a pit on the opposite side of my gullet, on the peak of my skull cap.
Scared and surprised, I touched my gash: it felt deep, it pulsed, it hurt.
I looked around for help, searching for someone who could check it out. I must have been wrong, for sure. How could I even be alive with such a slash?
But the crack was there, there it was, present, real, it was not merely an impression!
Incredulous, I sunk my finger into the wound, my right forefinger, to be precise, going all the way down, deep, towards the centre of my brain. The closer I got, the more I felt my mind changing, my thoughts altering, the pain subsiding. I saw myself, at once, in my memories, in my own Hell.
I let my finger out and under the palm of my hand a hematoma formed. Out of nowhere a bump emerged, quickly rising. It resembled a mountain: one of those old cliffs, eaten away by time and the elements. Together with the bump, a new and strange sensation grew: I felt the urge to tell my Now, to analyse the consequences of that trip inside my head. Yes! That bump was indeed Purgatory, its shape and the strong pain easing at its growth suggested it to me.
I let the feelings tied to my hand go, and I literally exploded, in some sort of one-way-ticket future. No longer a journey inside me, but after my own self: from the Hell in my mind to Purgatory, to an evaporated thought with no boundaries.