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Prapatapumpa - Text fragments (...) Musicians stage left in a half-circle, a white backdrop for digital scenography, musicians stage right on chairs, to the right a bench for MoniMONI ( sitting on the floor, he stretches and gets up) Matteo never got used to a bed, as a child he always slept on the floor, there were no beds, actually, there were beds but his family, the Zicozico's, didn't keep any! Actually, they didn't even keep a house, they lived in a sort of cavern, like Jesus Christ's, without the cow, though, they wished they could have had a cow, at least they could have had the milk... but they did have a donkey, living inside with them, but it was so thin! Lean as a Good Friday meal! And it wasn't even theirs, really, it was a rented donkey, and Tatà, the father, would say: "Boy, careful with that donkey, if it dies, we're in bad trouble". But it was a donkey and had a donkey's mind so when it had to work, there was no way to make it work. Don Nicóla had given it to them, and didn't it go and die? And how did it die? Of hunger, that's how. It was skin and bones, we couldn't get a steak out of it. Not even one steak. When the donkey died, what did Matteo's father do to earn a little money? He began making "diasilli"!And what are "diassilli"? "Diasille diasiiii....sì, sì" (singing to himself in an almost Arabic fashion, he interrupts himself and says:) They're prayers for the dead, that's what. So let's say that Matteo's father was a street vendor and would recite these "diasilli" at funerals all over the Gargano area. He would appear, dressed all elegant like a professional weeper, and chant at the funerals. For every prayer, one coin. But don Saverio, the priest, got 100 hundred coins just for the blessings! (...) |
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