Greenpeace da sempre si batte per proteggere le ultime grandi foreste primarie del pianeta, le piante, gli animali e le comunità che le abitano. Per questo indaghiamo sul commercio del legno di provenienza illegale sosteniamo i diritti dei popoli nativi e delle comunità tradizionali facciamo pressione sui governi e imprese perchè mettano fine alla deforestazione. Promuovere alternative reali come l'utilizzo di carta riciclata che provenga da una gestione forestale responsabile dal punto di vista ambientale e sociale. La confenzione di questo cd e tutti i i libri Fandango sono stampati su "carta amica delle foreste".

1. Chanson pour une amoreuse nue (E Jabès/M. Bianchi G. Di Martino)
   
2. The fairest of the seasons (Jackson Brown/Greg Copeland)
   
3. Old man (Neil Young)
   
4. Giuliet'songs (M.Bianchi/M. Bianchi/G. Di Martino)
   
5. Guiltiness (Bob Marley)
   
6. Single mum (M.Bianchi/M. Bianchi/G.Di Martino)
   
7. Mentre il mio amore per te (G. Di Martino)
   
8. Chanson pour une mendiante morte ( E Jabès/M. Bianchi/G.Di Martino)
   
9. Butterfly Hill (M. Bianchi/G. Di Martino )
   
10. No castles (M. Bianchi)
11. Deus ti salvet Maria
    

(gost track ) Om mani padme um (improvvisazione live a Controprogetto)





Collaborazioni

Saro Cosentino set di registrazione
Arrigo Dubaz mix, registrazione ed editing di alcuni brani
Marco Guarnerio (Didde studio) parte dei mixer e master
Ares Tavolazzi basso in The fairest of the seasons
Alessandro Pappes tabla in No catles

Ringraziamo

Per le loro canzoni: Nico, Maria Carta,Bob Marley e Neal Young e per i testi dei due brani in francese il filosofo Edmond Jabès.
Butterfly Hill per aver vissuto due anni su una sequoia per salvare una foresta.
La pittrice poetessa Ambretta Rovai per "Albericantati" sua è l'invenzione linguistica che promuove l'idea del tour.
Un ringraziamento speciale va a Charlie Holmes per l'intuizione di Guiltiness.
A Silvana per averci dato lo spazio che ci ha visto crescere.
A Stefano Senardi , Sergio Toppi e Lorenzo Paganelli per la collaborazione .
A Mary per averci invitato al suo compleanno.

Produzione artistica ilcompleannodimary
Artwork Rita Giacalone-cantoberon multimedia,Roma
Copertina: disegno originale di Sergio Toppi Grifo edizioni.

Deus ti salvet Maria

Deus ti salvet Maria

Deus ti salvet , Maria
chi ses de grassias piena;
de grassias ses sa vena ei sa currente.


Su Deus Onnipotente
cun tecus est’istadu;
pro chi t’hat preservadu immaculada.

Beneitta e laudada
supra tottus gloriosa,
mamma ,fiza e isposa de su Segnore.

Beneittu su fiore,
fruttu de su sinu;
Gesus, fiore Divinu, Segnore nostru.

No castles

NO CASTLES

And when
I'll stop the car,
I will reste there,
I hope in a quiet place
where I can feel my soul

I have no castles in my mind
to show you
to show me.

All the trains have maybe gone,
one heart , two eyes , are there alone.

I will say goodbye to you
It's time to wake up
the chosen road says
go on beyond

I have found answers
to hold out,
to create poetry again in my life
All around me
gems and new leaves
my heart , my eyes are an eternal cycle

when I can feel my soul.

Butterfly Hill

BUTTERFLY HILL

ON THE SIXTH DAY
OF THE SUMMER SOLSTICE
IN THE SACRED WOOD
A VIRGIN DRESSED IN WHITE
GATHERS MISTLETOE
WITH A GOLDEN SICKLE

UNDER THE TREE
THE OAK KING GIVES JUSTICE
HE HANGS
FROM THE BRANCHES THE HEADS
OF THE ENEMY

ALL OF THE TREES HEARD
JULIA BUTTERFLY HILL
SPEAK AND THEY SING PRAISE
IN HER NAME

HUGGING A TREE SHE SAVED THE WOOD

ALL OF THE TREES HEARD
JULIA BUTTERFLY HILL
SPEAK AND THEY SING PRAISE
IN HER NAME

TO DEFEND THOSE WHO COULD NOT ESCAPE
FROM THOSE WHO USE NAPALM
LIKE IN VIETNAM

FROM THE HILL
THE GREATFUL DEAD'S
DRUMMING
RISES WHILE
SHE DANCES BAREFOOT ON THE MOON

ALL OF THE TREES HEARD
JULIA BUTTERFLY HILL
SPEAK AND THEY SING PRAISE
IN HER NAME

Chanson pour une mendiante morte

Chanson pour une mendiante morte

Dans le fonde de la grotte
une femme retrouve ses rires
mais n’a pas de pain
et pas assez de rires
pour payer le pain
et pas assez de rires
pour voler le pain
et pas assez de rires
pour fuir.

Dans le fond de la grotte
les rires des petites filles résonnet.
Mais pas assez fort
pour relever une amie sans terre.
Mais pas assez fort
pour relever une amie sans terre.
Mais pas assez fort
pour ressusciter une morte.

Dans le fonde de la grotte
une femme retrouve ses rires.
Mais pas assez fort
Pour relever une amie sans terre
Mais pas assez fort
pour ressusciter une morte.

Dans le fonde de la grotte
une femme retrouve ses rires
mais n’a pas de pain.
Et pas assez de rires
Pour payer le pain.

Mentre il mio amore per te

Mentre il mio amore per te

Gli alberi che diventano dei libri
i pesci pettini o bottoni
l'acqua che diventa luce
la luce l'aria che respiro
le nuvole pioggia
le immagini pensiero
Dio che si fa parola.

Gira la terra gira - gira su se stessa
Ruota sul suo asse - ruota intorno al sole
insieme agli altri pianeti si sposta con fragore
nell’eco sordo di mille boati
un punto preciso dell'infinito

mentre il mio amore per te
diventa sempre più grande
e scende come una benedizione su tutte le cose.

Sai che le piante amano la musica
di Ravj Shankar e di Bach.
Gesù di notte porta a spasso i discepoli
viaggiando con il corpo astrale.

Nel regno animale noi non siamo gli unici
a percepire tutti i colori,
le api comunicano disegnando nell'aria
una variante complessa di simboli
e tra le particelle di un atomo
si aprono spazi senza fine.

Single mum

Single mum

I wake up in the morning
with sadness in my eyes

I' m a single mum
In a Kali-Durga style
I'm searching for peace
in the world , around me

I don't know wich way to move
in the landscape of my senses

In the nights you call me love
And the day you want to kill me

But I have a back door
with my music
with my group

In my way
In my days

Give me something special for my life
You Give me something special for my life
I've never ever seen before
there is nothing more beautiful
slowly, without argument,
I will know you trough
and trough.


But your soul surprises me
like the breath of the sea
and the taste of salt comes to my mouth belive me

I'm a single mum..
I want deeds, not words

You call me love

I want deeds, not words

In my days
In my way

Guiltiness

Guiltiness

Pressed on their conscience.
And they live their lives
On false pretence every day 
Each and every day.

These are the big fish.
Who always try to eat down the small fish,
Just the small fish.
I tell you what: they would do anything.
To materialize their every wish.

Woe to the downpressors:
They’ll eat the bread of sorrow
Woe to the downpressors:
They’ll eat the bread of sad tomorrow
Woe to the downpressors:
They’ll eat the bread of sorrow


Guiltiness
Pressed on their conscience.
These are the big fish.
Who always try to eat down the small fish.
Just the small fish.

I tell you what: they would do anything.
To materialize their every wish.

Woe to the downpressors:
Theyll eat the bread of sorrow.
Woe to the downpressors:
Theyll eat the bread of sad tomorrow.
Woe to the downpressors:
Theyll eat the bread of sad tomorrow.

Juliet'song

Juliet ’ Song

She is yet a stranger in the world
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years
let two more summers wither in their pride
ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

She said:
my only love sprung from my only hate
too early seen unknow
and known too late.

Prodigius birth of love it is to me
that i must love a loathed enemy.

What light through yonder window breaks
it is the east and juliet is the sun
O it is my love

This alliance may so happy prove
to turn your households’ rancour to pure love.

Take all my self
doff thy name.
Prodigius birth of love it is to me

Old man

Old Man

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.

The fairest of the seasons

The fairest of the seasons

Now that it's time
Now that the hour hand has landed at the end
Now that it's real
Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend

I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe try another time
And do I realy have a hand in my forgetting

Now that I've tried
Now that I've finally found that this is not the way
Now that I turn
Now that I feel it's time to spend the night away
I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe finally split th rhyme
And do I really understand the undernetting

Yes and the morning has me
Looking in your eyes
And seeing mine worning me
To read the signs carefully

Now that it's light
Now that the candle's falling smaller in my mind
Now that it's here
Now that I'm almost not so very far behind

I want to know do I stay or do I go
And maybe follow another sign
And do I really have a song that I can ride on

Now that I can
Now that it's easy ,ever easy all around.
Now that I'm here
Now that I'm fallin to the sunlights and a song
I want to know so I stay or do I go
And do I have to do just one
And can I choose again if I should lose the reason

Yes , and the morning
Has me looking in your eyes
And seeing mine warning me
To read the signs more carefully

Now that I smile
Now that I'm laughing even deeper inside
Now that I see
Now that I finally found the one thing I denied
It's now I know do I stay or do I go
And it is finally I decide
That I'll be leaving
In the fairest of the seasons.

Chanson pour une amoreuse nue

Chanson pour une amoreuse nue

C’est une femme bleu
appuyée aux cheveux.

C’est une femme rouge
appuyée à l’épaule.

C’est une femme nue
tu lui donnes ton nom.

Ma douleur vaillante
prisonnière, debout.

C’est une femme
étendue
sur qui reve
le ciel.

C’est une femme
endormie
sur qui tu
marches seule.

C'est une femme
renouvelée
pour qui tourne
la terre.

C'est une femme
inconnue
les mains rongées
de fruits.

Une femme sur ma route.
Tu lui donnes ton visage.

Je te cherche , elle répond.

C’est une femme
trasparante.
Appuyée
à la lampe.

C’est une femme nue
tu lui donnes ton nom.

Ma douleur vaillante.
Prisonnière, debout.