An act of love towards the word, of its multiple joints and its many nuances. A journey to its origins and to the power it has in our life. Roberto Vecchioni Back to Scripture by starting to play the role of the professor. And he does it in his own way by publishing his last essay with Piemme ‘The white bear was black. History and legend of the word ‘. A volume that – the author of ‘lights in San Siro’ explains from the first lines – “has to do with linguistics as I look like a white bear or if you prefer black”. But that revolves around an indisputable truth for Vecchioni: “The word (and art in general) is the only real human invention, all the others are discovered, from the wheel to the boson. There were already, there were already all, it was only necessary to take possession of it. The word no, was born from nothing”.
The objective of the singer -songwriter is not to present a “correct, methodical, and less cultured, academic work, incomprehensible to the most and finally completely useless to those who break”. On the contrary, the intent – says Vecchioni by addressing his readers – “is to make you fall in love. You read well! Having fall in love with the word. You will think ‘this is crazy’. We bet? They are my eighty years of love, collected by dozens and dozens of sheets scattered here and there in time, crammed in block -notes, notebooks, schemes for lessons, personal scorchizi. Night, comparisons, infinite questions, discovered never imagined by others, a ravenous game to know and clarify, a drunk of intermittent, hypnotic, fatal lights, because the more I entered those words, the more I felt an unstoppable enthusiasm to enter, and – writes the ‘professor’ -capy, I fully understood the ‘true’ essence of everything, the body, the physicality of what we think. Instead they are solved codes because perfect emotions, our and other emotions are perfect in us; words are a logical tangle of Foni, sounds that mirror man.