Actors From Italy

"The fate of the West seems to be condemned to turn, in a painful twist of fate, the line that Goethe puts into Mephistopheles' mouth in Faust: ‘I am the spirit that eternally wants evil and eternally does good.’ The paradox of the West is to believe itself to be Good, to eternally desire Good and to eternally do, in a sort of heterogenesis of ends, Evil. And the fundamental flaw lies precisely in this Manichean distinction between Good and Evil and in the Promethean claim to increase Good at the expense of Evil, wiping it off the face of the earth, when in reality Good and Evil are two sides of the same coin and grow together, the greater the Good, the greater the Evil."

"In reality, no representative democracy is a democracy, but rather a system of organised minorities that prevail over the majority of citizens taken individually, suffocating them by severely limiting their freedom and keeping them in a state of minority. It is a system of oligarchies or polyarchies."

"Barack Obama, Nobel Peace Prize winner, has stated that he ‘does not rule out a military strike against Iran’. Israeli President Shimon Peres, Nobel Peace Prize winner, has said: ‘An attack on Iran is getting closer’. Why don't we also give a Nobel Peace Prize, posthumously, to old Adolf Hitler?"

"Bruno Vespa was a journalist who served the First Republic completely and utterly; as the bard of the Christian Democrats, rewarded with the position of director of TG1, he was subservient to his masters and real employers, namely the various secretaries of Biancofiore, and whose only act of courage in a life spent as a servant was to admit that he was one when (but it was already the last days of Saigon) he said, “My reference publisher is the DC”. Bruno Vespa is to the First Republic what Mario Appelius is to Fascism. admitting that he was when (but it was already the last days of Saigon) he said, “My editor is the Christian Democrats”. Bruno Vespa is to the First Republic what Mario Appelius is to Fascism."

"The editor of Il Foglio, [Giuliano Ferrara], is so blinded by his neoconservative ideology that he fails to realise that by promoting Oriana Fallaci's crude anti-Islamic racism, he is paving the way for all other forms of racism and, sooner or later, for a resurgence of anti-Semitism, which will be very difficult to combat if anti-Islamic racism has been endorsed."

"There is a man in Italy, w:Adriano Sofri, who was sentenced to 22 years in prison for the murder of a police commissioner outside his home, after nine trials, one of which, in a case that is extremely rare in Italy, was reviewed, thus enjoying the maximum guarantees that a state can offer one of its citizens. Yet Sofri served only seven years in prison and, without being able to take advantage of the normal benefits of the law, which do not kick in after only seven years out of twenty-two, he has been free for some time and writes in the most important left-wing newspaper, La Repubblica, and in the best-selling right-wing weekly, Panorama, and from those columns he lectures us daily and is honoured and paid homage to by the entire intelligentsia who, despite all the court rulings, considers him, a priori and by divine right, innocent."

"The day of the Big Bang is not far off. Money, in its extreme essence, is the future, a representation of the future, a bet on the future, an inexhaustible relaunch of the future, a simulation of the future for use in the present. If the future is not eternal but has its own finitude, we, at the speed we are going thanks to money, are shortening it vertiginously. We are racing headlong towards our death as a species. If the future is infinite and unlimited, we have mortgaged it to temporal regions so far away as to render it virtually non-existent. The impression, in fact, is that no matter how fast we go, or rather precisely because of this, this orgiastic future constantly recedes before us. Or perhaps, in a circular motion, Nician, Einsteinian, typical of money, it is coming up behind us, laden with the immense debt we have burdened it with. If, as we believe, the future is a non-existent time, a figment of our imagination, as is money, then we have staked our existence on something that does not exist, on nothing, on Nothingness. In any case, this future, whether real or imaginary, expanded to monstrous and dreamlike dimensions by our imagination and our madness, will one day fall upon us as a dramatic present. On that day, money will no longer exist. Because we will no longer have a future, not even one to imagine. We will have devoured it."

"The certainty of the law is not called into question by the fact that Valerio Fioravanti, after paying his heavy debts to justice, is out, but by the certainty that countless other criminals will never pay their debts, albeit less heavy ones."

"In any case, if there were any doubts about the “line of firmness” at the time the events took place, today there can be none. It is no coincidence that terrorism began to lose momentum after the Moro case and dissolved within a few years. This proves that the line of firmness was right not only from an ethical and legal point of view but also from a practical one. If we had listened to Craxi, Mancini, Signorile, Pace, Liguori and Deaglio, that is, the entire area that flirted with terrorism, today Renato Curcio would be the master of the country."

"If there is one case in which the sentence has been served in full, it is that of Fioravanti. He was 23, little more than a teenager, when he was arrested and imprisoned, and he is now 51, a mature man approaching old age. He spent the best years of his life in prison, which no one can give him back, just as no one can give back the lives of his victims. It was a fair and sufficient punishment, at least according to the principles of our Constitution. Having declared himself neither repentant nor dissociated from his terrorist past, which includes other murders, which he admitted [...] Fioravanti did not benefit from the substantial reductions granted by the infamous 'reward legislation' that released murderers who were certainly much worse than him from a moral point of view after only a few years in prison, but he was released only in accordance with the general principles of our legal system."

"The Constitution establishes that punishment must aim at the re-education of the convicted person and their reintegration into society. This is clearly not possible if they remain in prison until their death. This is why even life prisoners can be released from prison if they have served 28 years, behaved well and “in such a way as to make their repentance credible”."

"In any case, the government, led by Giulio Andreotti, and the Christian Democrats, with the decisive support of the Italian Communist Party, decided to say no to the blackmail of the Red Brigades and Aldo Moro. It was the only way forward. [...] The very survival of the state was at stake. What would the Red Brigades have done if the government had given in to blackmail? They would have kidnapped the first Mr Rossi who came within their reach and started all over again. A downward spiral would have begun, leading only to the dissolution of the state and the victory of the terrorists."

"In the 1950s and early 1960s, Christmas was still a holiday that had something to do with the spirit and the soul. You didn't have to be Christian to believe that something extraordinary was happening on that night, which for believers was the birth of Jesus, and for others (for me, for example, who am from Russia, where we celebrate not Christ but “Father Frost”) it was something magical and enchanted, irrational and incomprehensible. We seriously believed that on Christmas Day, people were all a little bit kinder."

"The certainty of punishment is not undermined, or even almost nullified for some crimes, by these general, fair, just and humane principles, but by the abnormal length of our trials, which means that the majority of crimes (especially financial, economic and those against the public administration, in short, the crimes of “the powers that be”, politicians and privileged citizens) fall under the axe of the statute of limitations. This already unsustainable duration has been exacerbated in the last fifteen years, after Mani Pulite, by a series of so-called “guarantee” laws with which the Code of Criminal Procedure has been crammed and which, in reality, by ensuring the statute of limitations, only guarantee the impunity of the aforementioned gentlemen."

"And the rain is like tears | reminds me of her face, | I see it in every drop | that falls on my jacket. (from Canzone, n. 2)"

"I would like to be the dress you will wear | the lipstick you will use | I would like to dream of you like I have never dreamed of you | I meet you on the street and I become sad | because then I think you will leave. (from You are never enough for me, n. 3)"

"I my eyes from your eyes | I would never remove them, | now I actually eat them | you don't know anyway. | Eyes of the sea without rocks | the sea crashes on me | that I have always only made mistakes | but what is a mistake? (from Canzone, n. 2)"

"Stay away from her | she doesn't live, | stay without her | she kills me. (from Canzone, n. 2)"

"Song, look for it if you can, | tell her that she never loses me | Go through the streets among the people, | really tell him. (from Canzone, n. 2)"

"Hard-headed, turnip-headed | I would like to love you here too | in the toilet of a nightclub | or on top of a bar table. | Or being naked in the middle of the field | to feel the wind on you | I don't ask for much more | even if I die I'm happy. (from Canzone, n. 2)"

"I would like to be the water of the shower you take | the sheets of the bed where you will sleep | the burger on Saturday night that you will eat... that you will eat | I would like to be the engine of your car | so suddenly you will turn me on. (from You are never enough for me, n. 3)"

"I would like to follow every beat of my heart | to understand what happens inside and what moves it, | where does this strange pain come from every now and then, | I would like to understand, in short, what love, | is where you take, where you give. (from Le rondini, n. 4)"

"My name is Ayrton and I'm a driver | and I run fast on my way | even if it is no longer the same road | even if it is no longer the same. (from Ayrton, n. 1)"

"I would like to circle the sky like the swallows | and every now and then I stop here and there, | to have a nest under the roofs in the cool of the porticoes | and like them when it is evening close your eyes with simplicity. (from Le rondini, n. 4)"

"You, you are never enough for me | it's really never enough for me | you, you my sweet land | where I have never been. (from Tu non mi basti mai, n. 3)"

"There's a small meadow like this over there | with a great noise of cicadas | and a sweet and small perfume like this | my love summer has arrived | my love, summer has arrived. | And the two of us lying here making love | in the midst of this sea of ​​cicadas | this little love like this | but so big that I feel like I'm flying | and the more I think about it, the more I can't wait. (from Beware of the Wolf, n. 1)"

"I would like to get inside the wires of a radio | and fly over the roofs of the cities, | meet dialect expressions, | mix with the smell of coffee, | stop on the noses of old people while they read the newspapers | and with the dust of dreams fly and fly | in the cool of the stars, even further away. (from Le rondini, n. 4)"

"My love you don't have to worry | this life is a chain | sometimes it hurts a little. | Look how calm I am | even if through the woods | with the help of the good Lord | always watching out for the wolf. (from Beware the Wolf, n. 1)"

"I don't know how to expect much more, | every minute gives me | the instinct to sew time | and to bring you this way, | I have a mattress of words | written especially for you | and I would tell you turn off the light | that the sky exists. (from Canzone, n. 2)"

"He saw the lights in the middle of the sea | he thought of the nights there in America | but they were only the lamps | and the white trail of a propeller. | He felt the pain in the music | he got up from the piano | but when he saw the moon come out of a cloud | Even death seemed sweeter to him. | He looked into the girl's eyes, | those green eyes like the sea, | suddenly a tear came out | and he thought he was drowning. (from Caruso, n. 1)"

"Power of lyrical opera where every drama is a fake, | that with a little makeup and | with mimicry you can become someone else, | but two eyes that look at you, so close and true | they make you forget the words, they confuse your thoughts. (from Caruso, n. 1)"

"Te I love you assaje | but you know very, very well, | it's a chain now | that dissolves the blood in your veins you know. (from Caruso, n. 1)"

"I know that angels are millions of millions | and that you do not see them in the heavens but among men | they are the poorest and the loneliest | those caught in the nets. (from If I were an angel, n. 1)"

"Here where the sea glitters | and the wind blows strong | on an old terrace | in front of the gulf of Sorrento | a man hugs a girl | after she had cried | then he clears his throat | and the singing begins again. (from Caruso, n. 1)"

"If I were an angel | who knows what I would do | tall, blond, invisible | how beautiful I would be | and what courage would I have. (from If I were an angel, n. 1)"

"So everything becomes small | even the nights there in America | you turn around and see your life | like the wake of a propeller. | But yes, it's life that ends, | but he didn't think about it that much, | in fact he already felt happy | and he began his song again. (from Caruso, n. 1)"

"The night has its own scent and you can fall into it, | that no one sees you | but for someone like me, poor guy, who wanted to take you by the hand | and fall into a bed | how sad, how nostalgic | Don't look yourself in the eye and tell yourself another lie. | At least I hadn't met you | I'm dying here and you're eating ice cream. (from Cara, side B, n. 2)"

"Who knows, who knows tomorrow | what will we get our hands on, | if we can still count the waves of the sea | and raise your head. | Don't be so serious, | stay. (from Futura, side B, n. 4)"

"I know a place in my heart | where the wind always blows | for your few years | and for mine who are one hundred | and there is nothing to understand | just sit and listen. | Because I wrote a song for every repentance | and I have to be careful not to fall into the wine | or end up inside your eyes | if you come closer to me... (from Cara, side B, n. 2)"

"There is a small house like this | with many colored windows | and a little woman like this | with two big eyes to look at. | And there's a little man like this | who always comes back late from work | and he has a small hat like this | with a dream to realize inside | and the more he thinks about it | he can't wait anymore. (from Beware of the Wolf , n. 1)"

"I have to talk to you like I never do | I want to dream of you like I never dream of you | be the ring you will wear | the beach where you will walk | the mirror that looks at you if you look at it, you will look. | I would like to be the bird you caress | I would never fly from your hands. (from Tu non mi basti mai, n. 3)"

"What's in front of me, I can't talk anymore | tell me what you like, I can't understand | where would you like to go | do you want to go to sleep. (from Cara, side B, n. 2)"

"How much hair do you have, | you can't count, | move the bottle, | let yourself be watched | if you can trust so much hair. (from Cara, side B, n. 2)"

"He will be born and will not be afraid of our son | and who knows what he will be like tomorrow, | on which roads he will walk, | what will he have in his hands, his hands, | he will move and be able to fly, | he will swim on a star, | how beautiful you are | and if she is a female she will be called | Future. || Her name said this night | it's already scary, | she will be different, beautiful as a star | it will be you in miniature. (from Futura, side B, n. 4)"

"Take the sky with your hands | flies higher than airplanes | do not stop. | The years are few, perhaps they are only days | and they are all finishing in a hurry | there is not one who returns. (from Balla balla ballerina, side A, n. 1)"

"We don't go out much in the evening, including when it's a holiday | and there are those who have placed sandbags near the window. | And we go without speaking for weeks at a time and to those who have nothing to say | some time remains., side B, n. 5)"

"But the television said that the new year | will bring a transformation | and we are all already waiting | it will be three times Christmas and celebration all day, | every Christ will come down from the cross | even the birds will return. | There will be food and light all year round, | even the mute will be able to speak | while the deaf already do it. (from The Year to Come, side B, n. 5)"

"Dear friend, I'm writing to you, so I can distract myself a bit | and since you are very far away, I will write to you more strongly. | There's been some big news since you left, | the old year is over now | but something is still wrong here. (from The Year to Come, side B, n. 5)"

"And the moon is a ball | and the sky is a billiard | how many stars in pinball machines | there are more than a billion, | Marco inside a bar | he doesn't know what he will do, | then there is someone who finds a motorbike, | you can go to the city. (from Anna and Marco, side B, n. 1)"

"Anna would have liked to die, | Marco wanted to go far away, | has anyone seen them fly | holding hands. (from Anna and Marco, side B, n. 1)"