"Confini" is a continuous stream of both fragments and longer recordings taken in various locations around Europe: the sound mutates quickly and naturally as a metaphor of the mnemonic operations we do when opening an old personal travel diary.
Fiaccole is the name of an ancient tradition that takes place during the night of the Christmas eve in Abbadia San Salvatore, a mountain village in the area of Siena (Italy). Although this tradition is Christian nowadays, it still conserve elements of its Pagan origin. The part of its history story that is documented starts in 742 a.d., after the build of the monastery where people from the villages around used to celebrate the Christmas gathering around some big piles of wood that were on fire all night long. The tradition is still the same nowadays, local people gather around this big piles of wood (called "fiaccole") singing ancient Christmas song and offering hot beverages and cakes to guests after midnight.
Goccia, it's mixing faded recollection from the artist's life and strong memories of the listener, shaping these two halves of lives into a unique imaginary beyond comprehension.
Goccia, it's two fragments of reality put together into one dream strongly marked by liturgical features, hinting that the unknown must be a part of our existence to be complete.
Goccia, it's a permanent surprise teaching us that the unexpected can be the most beautiful gift if you welcome it like an old friend. Dotflac
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It gives us the paradoxical sensation to face an object ready to dissolve in the fog, like an apparition whose existence comes down to the length of our apnea, as the least breath will send it back to the twilight of its life.
This microverse inevitably collapses in the end, but remember that what matters is the journey, and not the destination. Dotflac