giro con Gigi

I was listening to Gigi Finizio on the train, when suddenly a slightly different voice started singing: another Gigi, Gigi d’Alessio. I was slumbering, when suddenly I sat up straight, eyes wide open, as the words evoked a longing that squeezed my heart so hard that I almost cried out loud.

Una notte ero in barca a Surriento
in un mare elegante vestito di blu
Sotto un cielo pezzato di stelle
da un vecchio terrazzo qualcuno cantò
Una voce cantava per me
non vedevo nessuno perchè
Era il canto del grande Caruso
che il mare l’aveva tenuto per sè

E accussì te mettist’a sunà
ddoje parole sapiste ‘nventà
Sta canzone ca e scritt’a Surriento
oramai tutt’o munno t’ha sap cantà

I had a customer today that freaked me out a bit. Or rather, I think I freaked her out. Before today we had only met briefly, but all of a sudden when I had started cutting her hair, I heard myself talking on and on about the most personal things; the spiritual aspect of my job choice, Italy, seances, the meaning of life, past lives, destiny… not exactly things that I talk about with anyone. Luckily she was very open minded and New Age-y, and said right away that perhaps this is why I’m freezing so much in Sweden. She said that my story gave her goosebumps. I totally understand.

There is a voice singing for me, calling on me.
I have no choice but to listen.
I’m going home.