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Roberto Vecchioni

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Italian singer-songwriter (born 1943)

Person · Open Library

Born
1943
Works
14

Top works

  • Ho sognato di vivere
  • Il mercante di luce
  • Lezioni di volo e di atterraggio
  • La vita che si ama
  • Canzoni e spartiti

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Music · MusicBrainz

Type
Person
Gender
Male
Origin
Italy
Active from
1943-06-25
italianitalian popitalian rockold poppoprock

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Listeners · Last.fm

Listeners
70,702
Total plays
808,988

Tags

italiansinger-songwritercantautorifolkfolk rock

Roberto Vecchioni (born June 25, 1943) is an Italian singer-songwriter and writer. [edit] Biography Vecchioni was born in Carate Brianza, province of Milan, to a family of Neapolitan origin. In 1968 he graduated in Ancient Literatures at the Università Cattolica of Milan, where he remained for two years as assistant lecturer of History of Religions. Later he become literature and history teacher in a Milanese High School, an activity he never stopped. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/Roberto+

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Quotes

  • He who has won is there who vomits his wine | and what ultimately matters is the intestine. (from Aiace)
  • And Marco Polo cheated them: | doge, wife, turkish, ideas, | he left Chioggia and arrived | no further down than Bari, | no further down than Bari, | then he said "I saw magical orientations", | but at least he had had some imagination; | the Venetians applauding | only envy and hypocrisy. (from Song for Laura)
  • And the greatest conquered nation after nation | and when he was in front of the sea he felt like an idiot | because nothing further could be conquered | and a long way to see a desperate sun | and always the same and always as when he left . (from Stranamore (this too is love), Side A, nº 1)
  • But it escaped him that the sense of the stars is not that of a man, and he saw himself again in the pain of that useless shining, that distant shining... . (from The Love Letters)
  • There are no tragedies to cry over, man is ridiculous from birth, life in itself has no meaning, and it only becomes true when he imitates art.
  • He stopped nostalgia, put it on the wall and stuck it in his heart forever as a way of life.

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