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DISOBBEDISCO!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The imaginary romance of Maggiore Cesare Renzi and the chanteuse Elettra Stavros, based on the historical background of d’Annunzio’s Fiume Endevour –  1918-1920.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Major Renzi introduces himself with this bittersweet ballad. The perfect portrait of a \u201cBeautiful Loser\u201d…<\/em><\/p>\n

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LA BALLATA DELL’ARDITO     (THE BALLAD OF THE ARDITO*)<\/h4>\n

Sharing my acquavite** and my strong cut-tobacco
On the Italian Alpine plateau, at dawn
A lieutenant taken prisoner and I sunk
Into the silence of that winter calm.
The clear air of the peaks wouldn\u2019t carry that stench
Which was familiar to both of us,
The stench of a young Europe caught in barbed wire,
Rotting like manure.<\/p>\n

But If I led you, it was because of my desperation
Not fearless impetuousness, but only indifference.
And if I\u2019ve ever been ardito*, it was because I\u2019ve been wounded for a long time
And I was waiting for the moment of my ultimate discharge,
Of the definitive Belief of he who feels nothing but disgust.<\/p>\n

The battle of Solstice heralded itself with a dreadful roar
Running along the entire front.
The perfect day to die, just the right one instilling its light upon the world
For a very long time.
I led my men outside, singing the bitter lyrics of blame I\u2019ve learnt
In narrow lanes close to port.
Relying on the fact that the Fate, by collecting us by the handful,
Would have at least righted all wrongs.<\/p>\n

But even though we were praised, and declared heroes
A treaty betrayed our blood.
And for all those who became dung, only a royal dispatch of vile condolences
So I took the liberty of challenging the Power
Of the Hand which was plotting respectably and in silence, strangling the people with golden chains,
And not of enemies who were bleeding just as we were bleeding
And now I\u2019m wandering, trying to request an audience with the one and only Superior…
– \u201cMajor Renzi! Presente!***\u201d<\/p>\n

**acquavite = a sort of italian brandy
* \u201cArdito\u201d in Italian means also \u201cbold, fearless\u201d \u2013 so, it\u2019s a pun.
*** it’s the Italian military salute for dead soldiers\/officers<\/p>\n

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The Treaty of Paris: the delegates of the victorious nations, understimating the Italian contribution and its tribute of blood, take some territorial resolutions and assign Fiume and other lands to the Croatian jurisdiction…<\/em><\/p>\n

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VITTORIA MUTILATA   (MUTILATED VICTORY*)<\/h4>\n

Do you remember those years before the War?
Now it seems almost impossible
We really believed we could
Improve the world even more.
\u201cWar, the World\u2019s Only Hygiene\u201d you used to say
And above all the firm conviction that
Militancy was nothing but Art
And Art nothing but Action….<\/p>\n

My Friend, we talked such nonsense…
What a long farewell to Utopia
Was the War for us…<\/p>\n

Just in time to face reality
A generation is burning.
Just having rid ourselves of an Authority
And now here\u2019s a new Master.
With this suicide of a civilization
In destruction and horror,
An old, unjust world is collapsing down and fading
But a worse one is on the horizon,
Much worse…<\/p>\n

Now it\u2019s evident what has been the purpose of it
And it\u2019s even more evident who the one was
That cleared the gaming-table
Which now is staining with blood.
Driven on by Gold
Those swindlers of Self-Determination
Are assigning us the role of sacked thugs:
\u201cNow shut up, and just fuck off!”<\/p>\n

My Friend, how many answers I can\u2019t give…
But this blood of mine
Is the only coin
I can strike…<\/p>\n

Just one cry: \u201cHic Manebimus Optime!\u201d **
No, we\u2019re not going to demobilize.
Just one gesture: \u201cAudere Semper!\u201d, there\u2019s nothing more left
We\u2019re not going to lay down our arms.
And we\u2019re going to stay
We\u2019re here to stay
Here to stay,
Here to stay….<\/p>\n