Give me back Istanbul. Give me back my room, my bed on the ground, my peanuts and my can of beer before sleeping, reading the latest things, writing about the last surge of bitterness. Give me back the breeze and Bosphorus. Give me back the sounds from the street outside the window. Give me back my friends and the people who now care of me. Give me back a place where to be happy is not a fault, nor a reminder of what was not and could be.
Of the 4 corners of the heart (of many more) I have said a few days ago, Istanbul, Berlin and Naples have been touched in a few days. Tomorrow we return to Istanbul, the present to which I grasped. The past is Naples. Berlin, perhaps the future.
The Bandista end today their new cd. Everything is ready for the first of May. Their fresh musicality, libertarian and unconscious, broke through even here in Naples. Yesterday they have enchanted the square in front of "Orientale" university playing at full night in the crowd. Also "O bella ciao", the only version that yesterday, April 25 in Italy, I heard.
The Bandista end today their new cd. Everything is ready for the first of May. Their fresh musicality, libertarian and unconscious, broke through even here in Naples. Yesterday they have enchanted the square in front of "Orientale" university playing at full night in the crowd. Also "O bella ciao", the only version that yesterday, April 25 in Italy, I heard.
