Biagio Antonacci: “Letter to my son”

The complete letter and Silvia Nucini’s interview with Biagio Antonacci are published in issue 12 of Vanity Fairon newsstands until March 22.

My desired love,

it is winter and this seems like an ordinary night, little moon, stars in clumps, trees still bare. Instead it is a night of war.

In this wounded time, full of scratches and edges that we have not been able to heal, thinking about your future seems almost impossible, but I can do nothing else because the future is you. Today for the first time you smiled at me, a real smile, with which you made this Earth seem once again pure, a place of possibility.

When you came into the world, you appeared as an ancient deity – white face, open eyes – making your mother sacred and me father again.

You are in the beginning… fragile as a soap bubble in the wind. But you will grow up, all too fast – the same one that I look forward to tonight and dream for you.

I dream that, when you grow up, you will learn to take care of yourself, of the people you will love, of the children you will want to have.

That you can work without ever looking at the clock … And never worry about time. The important thing is not to waste this fucking time: take advantage of it, use it, eat it, never delude yourself that it is infinite. It is not. Give yourself without reservations: every today is life.

Write, and it brings chills to those who have none …

Sew the wounds of those who ask you for a needle and thread …

It provokes temptations, desires and, if you can, loves… without limits.

Ditch the sick guilt order – damn him, he knows what I’m talking about.

(… continue on issue 12 on newsstands until March 22 …)

Source: Vanity Fair

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