{"id":418,"date":"2010-06-27T18:42:48","date_gmt":"2010-06-27T18:42:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=418"},"modified":"2010-06-27T18:42:48","modified_gmt":"2010-06-27T18:42:48","slug":"bocca-di-rosa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/bocca-di-rosa\/","title":{"rendered":"Bocca di Rosa"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"2\">A few days ago all the major Italian newspapers reported that Liliana Tassio, who is believed to have been the inspiration behind the song <strong>Bocca di Rosa<\/strong> (Rose Mouth) by <strong>il cantautore <\/strong>(the singer-song-writer) Fabrizio De Andr\u00e8, had died in Genova, at the age of 88.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"2\">Published in 1967, <font size=\"2\"><strong>Bocca di Rosa<\/strong> is a ballade dedicated to a <\/font>prostitute who arrives one day in the small village of Sant&#8217;Ilario near Genova, bringing with her love, and passion. The jealous wives of the village soon denounce Bocca di Rosa to the authorities, who expel her from the town. Escorted by the Carabinieri to the railway station, she finds that all of the village men are there to bid her farewell, including the police superintendent. But in these little communities news travel fast, and when the train arrives at the next station an even larger crowd is waiting there to welcome Bocca di Rosa, showering her with flowers and kisses. Amongst the crowd is the priest, who promptly invites the recently exiled prostitute to participate in the procession of the Virgin Mary through their village!<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font size=\"2\">Here are the abridged lyrics of De Andr\u00e8&#8217;s famous ballade:<\/font><\/p>\n<div align=\"justify\">\n<table cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"8\" width=\"520\" border=\"1\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"260\">\n<p><font size=\"1\"><strong>La chiamavano Bocca di Rosa                  <br \/>metteva l&#8217;amore metteva l&#8217;amore                   <br \/>la chiamavano Bocca di Rosa                   <br \/>metteva l&#8217;amore sopra ogni cosa.                   <br \/>Appena scese alla stazione                   <br \/>del paesino di Sant&#8217;Ilario                   <br \/>tutti si accorsero con uno sguardo                   <br \/>che non si trattava di un missionario.                   <br \/>C&#8217;\u00e8 chi l&#8217;amore lo fa per noia,                   <br \/>chi se lo sceglie per professione.                   <br \/>Bocca di Rosa n\u00e8 l&#8217;uno n\u00e8 l&#8217;altro                   <br \/>lei lo faceva per passione.                   <br \/>Ma la passione spesso conduce                   <br \/>a soddisfare le proprie voglie                   <br \/>senza indagare se il concupito                   <br \/>ha il cuore libero oppure ha moglie.                   <br \/>E fu cos\u00ec che da un giorno all&#8217;altro                   <br \/>Bocca di Rosa si tir\u00f2 addosso                   <br \/>l&#8217;ira funesta delle cagnette                   <br \/>a cui aveva sottratto l&#8217;osso.                   <br \/>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<p><font size=\"1\"><strong>E quelle andarono dal commissario                  <br \/>e dissero senza parafrasare:                   <br \/>&quot;Quella schifosa ha gi\u00e0 troppi clienti                   <br \/>pi\u00f9 di un consorzio alimentare&quot;.                   <br \/>E arrivarono quattro gendarmi                   <br \/>con i pennacchi con i pennacchi                   <br \/>e arrivarono quattro gendarmi                   <br \/>con i pennacchi e con le armi.                   <br \/>Il cuore tenero non e&#8217; una dote                   <br \/>di cui sian colmi i carabinieri                   <br \/>ma quella volta a prendere il treno                   <br \/>l&#8217;accompagnarono malvolentieri.                   <br \/>Alla stazione c&#8217;erano tutti dal                   <br \/>commissario al sagrestano                   <br \/>alla stazione c&#8217;erano tutti                   <br \/>con gli occhi rossi e il cappello in mano.                   <br \/>A salutare chi per un poco                   <br \/>senza pretese, senza pretese                   <br \/>a salutare chi per un poco                   <br \/>port\u00f2 l&#8217;amore nel paese.                   <br \/>C&#8217;era un cartello giallo                   <br \/>con una scritta nera, diceva:                   <br \/>&quot;Addio Bocca di Rosa                   <br \/>con te se ne parte la primavera&quot;.                   <br \/>Ma una notizia un po&#8217; originale                   <br \/>non ha bisogno di alcun giornale                   <br \/>come una freccia dall&#8217;arco scocca                   <br \/>vola veloce di bocca in bocca.                   <br \/>E alla stazione successiva                   <br \/>molta pi\u00f9 gente di quando partiva                   <br \/>chi manda un bacio, chi getta un fiore,                   <br \/>chi si prenota per due ore.                   <br \/>Persino il parroco che non disprezza                   <br \/>fra un miserere e un&#8217;estrema unzione                   <br \/>il bene effimero della bellezza                   <br \/>la vuole accanto in processione.                   <br \/>E con la Vergine in prima fila                   <br \/>e Bocca di Rosa poco lontano                   <br \/>si porta a spasso per il paese                   <br \/>l&#8217;amore sacro e l&#8217;amor profano!<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"260\">\n<p align=\"left\"><font size=\"1\">They called her <font size=\"1\"><strong>Bocca di Rosa <\/strong><\/font>                <br \/>she put love, she put love&#160; <br \/><font size=\"1\">they called her <font size=\"1\"><strong>Bocca di Rosa <\/strong><\/font>                  <br \/>she put love above everything.                   <br \/>As soon as she got off at the station&#160; <br \/>in the little village of Sant&#8217;Ilario                   <br \/>everybody knew at a glance                   <br \/>that she wasn&#8217;t a missionary.                   <br \/>There are those who make love because of boredom, those who choose it as a profession. <font size=\"1\"><strong>Bocca di Rosa <\/strong><\/font>did neither, she did it for passion.                   <br \/>But passion often leads to the satisfaction of one&#8217;s own desires                   <br \/>without investigating whether the object of ones lust has a free heart or a wife.                   <br \/>And so it was that from one day to the next <font size=\"1\"><strong>Bocca di Rosa <\/strong><\/font>attracted                   <br \/>the fatal fury of the bitches&#160; <br \/>from whom she had taken the bone.&#160; <br \/>&#8230;&#8230;..                   <\/p>\n<p>And the bitches went to the chief of police, saying, without mincing their words, &quot;That dirty woman has already too many clients, even more than a food shop&quot;.                   <br \/>And four guards arrived                   <br \/>with their plumes with their plumes                   <br \/>and four guards arrived                   <br \/>with their plumes and their weapons.                   <br \/>A soft heart is not a quality&#160; <br \/>for which the carabinieri are noted,                   <br \/>but on that occasion <font size=\"1\"><font size=\"1\">they unwillingly accompanied her<\/font> <\/font>to catch the train.                   <br \/>Everybody was at the station, from the                   <br \/>chief of police to the sacristan                   <br \/>everybody was at the station                   <br \/>with red eyes and their hats in their                   <br \/>hands.                   <br \/>To say goodbye to someone who for a little while, without pretention, without pretention, to say goodbye to someone who, for a little while, brought love to their village.                   <br \/>There was a yellow board                   <br \/>with black writing on it, saying:                   <br \/>&quot;Farewell Bocca di Rosa                   <br \/>you take spring away with you&quot;.                   <br \/>But unusual news doesn&#8217;t need a newspaper: <font size=\"1\"><font size=\"1\">it quickly flies from mouth to mouth <\/font><\/font>as the arrow shoots from the bow. And at the following station were&#160; <br \/>many more people than when she left&#160; <br \/>some blowing a kiss, some throwing a flower, some booking a couple of hours.                   <br \/>Even the priest who, <\/font><\/font><font size=\"1\"><font size=\"1\">whilst saying a prayer of mercy or the last rites,<\/font> <\/font><font size=\"1\"><font size=\"1\">doesn&#8217;t despise the ephemeral good of beauty,                  <br \/>wants her near him in the procession.                   <br \/>And with the Virgin at the front and Bocca di Rosa close by                   <br \/>he leads through the village                   <br \/>love both <\/font><\/font><font size=\"1\"><font size=\"1\">sacred and profane<\/font><\/font><font size=\"1\"><font size=\"1\">!<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A few days ago all the major Italian newspapers reported that Liliana Tassio, who is believed to have been the inspiration behind the song Bocca di Rosa (Rose Mouth) by il cantautore (the singer-song-writer) Fabrizio De Andr\u00e8, had died in Genova, at the age of 88. 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