This afternoon I met the other readers in the panel and during the meeting we received the books to read. Among them we'll have to pick up our best favorite. We don't have to reveal which is the one we choose before 29th June. It's something totally new and I'm really excited to be a part of this new adventure.
Once the meeting for the literary contest was over, I went to the public library for the presentation of a new book: "Sopra ogni cosa". It is about two extraordinary Italian figures, late Don Andrea Gallo, an anticonformist, ex-partisan, priest , and Fabrizio De André (1940- 1999), well-known musician, singer and songwriter. They were both from Genoa and both advocated for the lowest and the humblest all their lives. A priest and an atheist who were close friends and respected each other's ideals, which were incredibly just the same: l'amore sopra ogni cosa, love above all. The two defined their friendship as "angelically anarchical. "De André is known for his sympathies towards anarchism, libertarism and pacifism. His songs often featured marginalized and rebellious people, gypsies, prostitutes and knaves, and attacked the Catholic Church hierarchy hypocrisies. Don Gallo dedicated his life to the poor and the marginalized, spending his nights wandering in the most dangerous areas of his city in order to help and rescue them.
Don Andrea Gallo had been working at this book with journalist Gianni Di Santo for a while, when he died in May 2013: to write a book about what he considered his 5th Gospel, De André's work. And the connections between Jesus's message and those lyrics are unbelievable, especially if you think De André was an atheist. Journalist Gianni Di Santo was in the library today to present Sopra ogni cosa: he remembered anecdotes from his meetings with Don Gallo and read passages. Two young musicians from our town, Matteo and Tommaso, performed a few of De André's songs with their guitars and they were awesome. On the whole a very pleasant event and also quite an enriching afternoon.
“Why do I write? Out of fear. Out of fear that the memory of the people I write about might go lost. Out of fear that the memory of myself might get lost. Or even just to be shielded by a story, to slip inside a story and stop being recognizable, controllable, subject to blackmail.” (Fabrizio De André)