Daniele Luttazzi News

“Anche a me risulta che Moro si sentisse scavalcato da Andreotti.”
Giovanni Pellegrino, presidente della Commissione Stragi
(La Repubblica, 18 aprile 2001)

“Simili emozioni credo di averle vissute quando mi comunicarono il rapimento di Moro.”
Giulio Andreotti a proposito dell’attentato al WTC
(Sette, 20 settembre 2001)

“Sì, è vero. Gli piacevo molto. Ebbe per me un sincero innamoramento.”
Rosanna Fratello a proposito di Aldo Moro,
(il Messaggero, 8 marzo 2002)

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“Venga, onorevole”, disse ad Andreotti Prospero Gallinari con tono deciso. “Non vorrei proprio perdere tutta la notte. Devo tornare a casa da mia madre.” Nella sua figura massiccia di terrorista c’era qualcosa di irrisolto. La replica di Andreotti fu venata da una nota di sarcasmo:”Deve tornare da sua madre? Non sapevo che voi brigatisti ne aveste una, eh eh eh.”

Gallinari arrossì imbarazzato e distolse lo sguardo. “Stronzo! “ pensò. Succedeva sempre così: siccome era alto e aveva un pomo d’Adamo importante, lo trattavano da tonto. Una volta ne aveva parlato anche con Morucci, il quale non aveva mancato di rassicurarlo. “Conosci il tuo lavoro, hai talento e capacità; dimentica le insicurezze e vai avanti,” gli aveva detto il suo capocolonna con enfasi.

Gallinari si sforzò di indurire il suo faccino grazioso, ma che si può ottenere quando si ha un nasino all’insù punteggiato di lentiggini e labbra grandi e morbide? Andreotti nemmeno le notò, le sue lacrime.

Attraverso un corridoio male illuminato raggiunsero la porta interna del garage. Gallinari l’aprì, manovrò un interruttore e Andreotti si trovò davanti alla Renault rossa.

Il cadavere di Aldo Moro era caldo. Gallinari si voltò verso Andreotti. Lo sguardo di questi, dapprima sostenuto e quasi solenne, si addolcì piano piano. Il volto gli si schiuse in un sorriso, i denti smaglianti ancora più bianchi in contrasto con la pelle, abbronzata dal sole di Sicilia. Gallinari gli indicò il bagno ampio e lo spogliatoio con il fare delperfetto padrone di casa. “C’è tutto quello che le può servire, onorevole. Si metta a suo agio e si diverta. La casa è una vera fortezza, i Servizi deviati: nessuno la disturberà. Domattina sarà qui Adriana. Valerio le telefonerà per sapere se le occorre qualcosa.” Andreotti non fece in tempo a ringraziare che già Gallinari era sparito: aveva fretta di andarsene e, molto semplicemente, se n’era andato. Nessun mistero da chiarire.

Andreotti rimase per un po’ così, come sospeso fra il sonno e la veglia in quel silenzio assoluto. Poi s’avvicinò alla Renault , ne aprì il portellone, rimosse dal cadavere la coperta color cammello che la Skorpion di Moretti aveva trasformato in un sacco di Burri, si tolse gli stivaletti neri e si distese accanto a Moro. Avvertiva il fluire del sangue nelle proprie vene, il distendersi dei muscoli, il battito del cuore. Che bella cosa, essere vivi!

Quel che Moro aveva da offrirgli gli piaceva molto. Eppure la sua vicinanza lo turbava. Premuto contro il cadavere di lui, ne sentiva tutta l’autorevolezza e l’attrattiva. La stoffa dell’abito, fragile barriera imposta dalla civiltà, non gli impediva di apprezzare il fascino di quel corpo maschile nodoso e rattrappito. Ciò che più lo colpiva era la sensazione sconvolgente di dolcezza da cui era invaso. Si sentiva come un raggio di sole su una nuvola d’oro.

Fece scorrere le mani lungo il viso di Moro e fu più eccitante che negare di conoscere i Salvo. Era un paragone piuttosto stravagante, ma fu il primo che gli venne in mente. Gli accarezzò la gola, gli si aggrappò al collo e si impadronì con forza della sua bocca. Un sospiro profondo gli scosse il petto. Fu preso da un trasporto indicibile, era come in trance. Le sue labbra e le sue mani esploravano in un lento, dolcissimo viaggio ogni piega del cadavere. Quando con impeto crescente le sue dita raggiunsero l’interno delle cosce di Moro per insinuarsi con desiderio nella calda intimità dei fori di proiettile, Andreotti avvertì che il presidente della DC -l'ex presidente- era ormai senza più alcuna difesa. Gli sbottonò la camicia e la scagliò lontano. Finalmente poeva vedere quel petto a cui aveva tanto spesso rivolto il pensiero: era ornato nel mezzo da grappoli di orifizi. Si sfilò la cintura, gli sorrise e sgusciò fuori dai pantaloni di lana estiva, spingendoli oltre i fianchi deformi. Moro era lì, la bocca incurvata come in una smorfia di delizia o in una muta domanda.

Andreotti l’abbracciò forte e l’attirò a sé, dando un gemito di piacere e insieme di protesta nel momento in cui il suo sesso duro s’insinuò prepotente nel terzo foro parasternale. Ci fu una fitta dolorosa, attutita da un piacere troppo intenso per essere misurato. Era da tanto che non provava una sensazione così violenta, che non desiderava qualcosa così disperatamente. Era un desiderio più complesso, più insistente di quanto avesse previsto. A ogni spinta, il suo desiderio cresceva, finché non divenne insopportabile. Un’ondata più forte di tutte l’avvolse, salì vertiginosamente e poi, contro il suo volere, si consumò. Andreotti cambiò foro e il suo corpo sembrava dire:”Mai, mai ti lascerò andare...” La loro comunione fisica era perfetta. Andreotti inarcò la schiena per aderire meglio all’orifizio pseudovaginale e cominciò a basculare la pelvi. Fece scivolare le mani giù per il corpo di lui, tirandoselo ancora più vicino. Sollevò di colpo la testa e rapidamente, quasi con brutalità, prese possesso della piccola cavità. L’intima unione dei corpi lo fece di nuovo tremare in un crescendo trascinante di piacere e passione. Gli carezzava i fianchi, sedotto dalle curve femminili del corpo di Moro. Gridò il suo godimento, i suoi occhi mandavano lampi. Quindi girò il corpo di Moro e senza indugio lo prese di nuovo, stavolta in un foro d’uscita. Gli sembrò di morire ed era una morte deliziosa. Gli si aggrappò alla spalle e si lasciò guidare dal ritmo potente del suo desiderio. Prima lentamente, poi sempre più veloce, fino all’esplosione dell’estasi. Diede un lungo sospiro e s’abbandonò svuotato contro la schiena di Moro. Si sentiva bene, assonnato, soddisfatto. L’emicrania era sparita.

Fu allora che accadde. Moro si scosse e appoggiandosi a un gomito rantolò:"Sei un’amante deliziosa, Rosanna. Mi darai tempo di conoscerti, vero? Non...non sparirai?" Un brivido percorse il corpo madido di Andreotti. Si raddrizzò con un sussulto, ponendo fine all’intimità. Sul volto gli guizzò un lampo di divertita malizia al vedere le pupille di Moro che si dilatavano.

L’indomani, Morucci telefonò ad Andreotti per sapere se la serata era stata di suo gradimento. “Il senatore è occupato”, gli rispose Vitalone, riattaccandogli in faccia.

SILENCE
( Daniele Luttazzi )

I shouldn’t have done it at all
The house was in silence
I don’t know what more she wants
I can tell you for true

The girl was spectacularly lovely
“Over here, honey!” She did not blink (2)

She was on a plane, she was in a city and in airless subway. (2)

She didn’t know? Whom’s she kidding?
What a pleasure to see ya.
She told me she was a writer.
Why bother to write it down?

She was watching tv
So I switched it off
I’m an expert at that
She has made a fool of me

VIENNA, VIENNA
( Daniele Luttazzi )

Before she left, she kissed me, she kissed me.
Then urged me to call her, to call her
But I’m not that much of a fool
As the Talmud says:”A miracle doesn’t happen every day.”

You have to know Vienna, Vienna
To understand these words completely
I crave love and I fly from it
She did not resist and I was a man again

But you know Kafka, young as he was,
was possessed by inhibitions
“Congratulations!” “You’ll be my guest!”
Women don’t know the secret of sex.

SOMETHING FANTASTIC
( Daniele Luttazzi )

She closed her eyes and in ten seconds flat
She was daydreaming as usual
The Goofy clock on her night table
read six-thirty-seven, she opened her
eyes, “I’m late” she said “bye, dad”. She
slammed the front door
She stood on the sidewalk and stuck out her
thumb.

A trucker stopped, he seemed friendly enough
But he went on asking questions
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
He leered at one point “Look, I’m on acid,
so leave me alone, all right?”
That shut him up
She hallucinated in peace.

Something fantastic is going to happen , I don’t think it’s up to me
She kept confusing the windows and paintings
“It’s about time” she thought.

MAKE YOUR MOTHER SIGH
( Daniele Luttazzi )

Don’t worry, take your time, make your mother sigh
Don’t tell, okay? Alright? Cross your heart and hope to die

Why have I to tell you that your eyes are deep and blue
When the only thing I mean is: Say that you’ll be mine tonight

Mommy inspects her underwear what is she looking for?
She digs into the laundry bag bring ‘em up to the light

I can’t stay away from her I know she’s only sixteen
Don’t let mommy find about what she would do to me?

I didn’t even lowered her pants, I closed my eyes and I was in love
She lays down next to me, let’s see what happens, let’s play

EASY TO BE FOOLED
( Daniele Luttazzi )

I have a “wait and see” attitude. I admit it. It’s so
Easy to be fooled
Most of the time these things just go away
Why jump to unnecessary
Conclusions. I never do.

A woman getting killed in the park
And a cat in heat sound alike
Rooftop slaying or children playing?
The garden below my window? The tv next door?
Let the neighbors call. Probably nothing more
Than some slut fucking her brains out
I pick up the phone. I put it down again.

No one likes a busybody.

What’s that couple doing over there? Are they
Struggling? Are they dancing in the park?
Victim of rape or willing? I’m not one to spoil a party.
Actual cries for help or attention-seeking publicity hound?

GUARD MY TONGUE ( FROM EVIL)
( Daniele Luttazzi )

My God, guard my tongue from evil
And my lips from speaking falsehood
May my soul be silent to those who insult me
My God

I bowed in the prescribed manner
I repeat the words slowly
Seeming to turn them over in my mouth
My God

There is no difference whether He’s there or not
Whether He is bad or worse indifferent at all
The more they drink the thirstier they get
Those who are planning evil against me
Those who are planning evil against me!!

DOOM
( Daniele Luttazzi )

The moon has nothing to be said about
Obscene bikinis hide in the dunes
I cannot touch you. Nothing burns.
Doom consummates that appetite.

I’m never coming home ( 4 )

I’ve had my chances. I’ve tried and tried.
How white these sheets are. The faces have no features.

The hunt is on and sprung the trap
Her greed has set the woods aflame
What fires run, what craving wakes?
Doom consummates that appetite.

I CAN’T STAND IT
( Daniele Luttazzi )

Don’t you see? Can’t you do anything? Where am I going to be? Where
am I going to go now? I’d do anything to have you back.
It’s not worth anything. It’s so
fucking weird, it’s not true.
It’s all gone. It was almost
all I had. It’s empty.
It’s so hard to hate you, I cry all the time. ‘ Cause
it is not at all what it used to be.

Where’s the Promised Land? It is not worth it anymore.
Where did it all go? It’s phony shit.
I did give it a try, I really did and you are gone.
I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it.

LETTERS ON FIRE
( Daniele Luttazzi )

I made a fire, being tired of all the letters you sent
I will not put them aside
Smell of burning years sweetly I breathe
Filling my lungs with all the love that you gave to me
What do they know that I don’t
‘Tis the only thing I wanna know today

Unafraid, big as the sky
Carbon monoxide, I do not mind
Unable to face the fingering flames
Let’s take a look at your smile
This is a birthday, the adding machine,
I have nobody at all

Love Love Love Love Love

MONEY FOR DOPE
( Daniele Luttazzi )

I said:”Let’s just go home.” You said:”No, no.”
I lowered my expectations right away.
An attitude of “Get your shit together”.
What were we doing here? We had no idea.

Money for dope

How have you learned to love me in my sleep
There’s nothing wrong with that. There can’t be.
“Get it out and then you can forgive each other.”
You don’t have to forgive it, just don’t say it.

A culture of grim faced simplicity.
These people have made all these money
And they were in this green place in the woods
But they were cheating on each other.

Da anni, Luttazzi organizza una "caccia al tesoro": dissemina qua e là indizi e citazioni di comici famosi, e i fan devono scoprirli. Questo escamotage nacque come esigenza legale dopo il processo Tamaro: il pretesto delle querele miliardarie, infatti, è che quella di Luttazzi non è satira, ma volgarità e insulto.

Facevano così anche contro Lenny Bruce e Lenny Bruce, per difendersi, cominciò a inserire nei suoi monologhi brani di autori satirici famosi. Vinse così alcuni processi dimostrando che il brano tanto volgare di cui lo accusavano, in realtà era di Aristofane!

Luttazzi ha ripreso lo "stratagemma Bruce": non solo vince le cause miliardarie che gli intentano, ma può togliersi lo sfizio di dare dell'ignorante a chi lo attacca sui giornali sostenendo che la sua non è satira e non fa ridere. Quando i soloni fanno un esempio, quasi sempre il brano che non li fa ridere -sorpresa!- è ripreso da un comico famosissimo: Bruce, Carlin, Hicks. ( Famosissimo per tutti, tranne che per loro! )

Il campo di Luttazzi è minato. Occorre competenza per attraversarlo indenni.

La cosa col tempo è diventata una strizzatina d'occhio ai fan: la caccia al tesoro. Scoprire le mine. Una complicità fra appassionati di comicità, come nel jazz quando Fred Hersch inserisce in una improvvisazione una frase di Monk: chi se ne accorge entra a far parte di un circolo di eletti.

Il premio simbolico è un libro di Luttazzi o un suo cd con autografo commemorativo dell'occasione fausta.

Il tema della caccia di quest'anno era Chris Rock: vinta sei giorni fa da Davide Prevarin di Caorle.

Altre mine restano ancora nascoste. Quindi, buona caccia!

A PLACE OF CRIES
(Daniele Luttazzi)

Don’t move another step, stop, stay right there
Stop all the traffic now! Let’s clear the air.
You think the world will always be the same.
They make us play ‘cause they don’t care

‘Tis a place of cries, ‘tis not happy
I’m not ready for anything to happen.
That’s not why I’m here. And my life
Is sailing away.

They are to blame for what I am and they know it
Tomorrow they’ll regret what they did today
I know tomorrow and I need to borrow sorrow
Tomorrow’s nothing, you can shove it where you say

’Tis a place of cries, ‘tis not happy
I’m not ready for anything to happen.
That’s not why I’m here. And my life
Is drifting away.

You’ll never hit the jackpot, just don’t get soft
Go on and kick’em in the guts, for Christ’s sake.
Ain’t you surprised to see me here again?
I won’t forget you, won’t you go?

DREAMS COME TRUE
( Daniele Luttazzi )

Girls get naked while you drink a drink.
Girls have sex flying in a plane.
I would do anything for you.
Keep alive your dreams. They come true.

Girls realize when they’re wasting time.
Girls move on still looking bored. Though at
times they go to extremes,
Clients must sit on their hands.

This is gonna be good indeed.
Won’t you buy a drink for the lady?
I hope the plane doesn’t crash. I’d hate to
Have the papers say they found my nude remains in a plane crash.

THE BROKEN HEARTED
( Daniele Luttazzi )

So what becomes of the broken hearted?
I’m going thru something right now. I shop
Everyday. I don’t have a lot of hobbies
So I end up walking around.

I’m trying to act peppy but I can’t get out of bed
In the morning. Heavy duty.
I’ve been waiting for the sun.
-Cup of coffee?- -No- she said.

I’m trying to act peppy but I can’t get out of bed

So what becomes of the goofy crushes?
I’m going thru millions of them.
You know when you feel like even
The simplest task become so big?

I’m trying to act peppy but I can’t get out of bed
In the morning. Heavy duty.
I’ve been waiting for the sun.
-Cup of coffee?- -No- she said.
I’m trying to act peppy but I can’t get out of bed

THREE KIND OF PAPER
( Daniele Luttazzi )

We gonna have to pay for the whole 3 nites.
They don’t rent them to somebody else.
You’re not so used to lose it. -3 kind of paper.-
You’re not so used to lose it. I know how to do it

Everything is happening altogether everywhere at once.

All emotions are wet, never mind how much noise they make
Shiki soku zeku ku soku ze shiki

Let’s think about ourselves.
Shape your life differently.
Late for work, never comb your hair.
You’re not so used to lose it. I know how to do it

I’m afraid I’d slip and fall
Let’s see what happens. Let’s go outside
-You looking scared.- -Put it in my mouth.-
You’re not so used to lose it. I know how to do it.

THE FLOWERS IN SPRING
( Daniele Luttazzi )

I see her guzzling wine at openings when no one sees,
Then flirting with every man in sight.
Her dress is creased
She never lived
Like this at home
She feels free

-At twenty I tried to die, then get back, back to you.
It works, there’s nothing wrong with it
I said I’ll do, I’ll do, I’ll do. -

Love love can come to everyone, love
Can come to everyone.

-You don’t believe in honeymoons, the best things in life are free.
It’s such a nice afternoon. So what will become of me, Daniel?-

The flowers in spring, the Crosby named Bing,
the dolphins that smile ain’t yours, ain’t mine!

Love love can come to everyone, love
Can come to everyone.

TRAVELLING ALONE
( Daniele Luttazzi )

The subway connections and the crosstown taxi.
You always hated travelling alone.
You gonna have to go, you don’t need directions
Bees don’t need directions, that’s why they sting.

Please don’t let it change Please don’t let it change.

Ain’t you tired from the trip
Down and back all in one day?

Too much beauty makes a person faint.
Can’t you feel? Can’t you see?
Set you down and let me work at this
Can’t you see? Can’t you feel?

Run from mean people. Run from gentle people.
The wind blows off. Well, the wind is wrong.
You gonna have to go, you don’t need directions
Your shoes are all over. How many feet do you have?

Please don’t let it change Please don’t let it change.

Ain’t you tired from the trip
Down and back all in one day?

Too much light makes a person blind.
Can’t you feel? Can’t you see?
Set you down and let me work at this
Can’t you see? Can’t you feel?

SCHOOL IS BORING
( Daniele Luttazzi )

School is boring. I hate my friends.
You have to take another look to see
What they are really doing: they hate me.
I’m not out of my mind. Oh, yeah.

I keep saying I’ll change and I want to
I don’t think it’s up to me. I try.
I still dream of living in Mexico.
I don’t know how long I’ve been saying that.

I am going thru things I guess I shouldn’t
It seems fun, but it is not
Life is sort of out of control
I don’t know and I don’t care.

This is boring. I don’t know what to do.
Don’t think I am alive anymore.
Tv’s great, but I think
Stupid things while I watch it.

School is boring. I hate my friends.
You have to take another look to see.

WORDS OF LOVE
( Daniele Luttazzi )

Because the risk of being hurt by love was so frightening to her
she kept a careful distance from everyone for whom she felt anything
Safely out of intimacy’s reach, plenty of room up front

Keep talking to me
Don’t hold your breath
Keep talking to me
Don’t hold your breath

Where do words of love come from?

SOBBING IN SHAME
( Daniele Luttazzi )

She waits to have a quiet talk with him.
-How kind of you to do so!-
She speaks to him very naturally.
She’s kissing ass to get ahead.

I know I’m close to breaking
Down, sobbing in shame.

After cleaning the house they went out shopping.
All the guest having left they went to bed.
A love as pure as a bowl of pain.

I know I’m close to breaking
Down, sobbing in shame.

She’s the one who fills up the room.
-Tell me about yourself.-
-When we broke up, I was grieving.
You know what? Things change.-

I know I’m close to breaking
Down, sobbing in shame.

WET OUT
( Daniele Luttazzi )

She dressed in cheery colors. Orange and pink.
She wished there was some pill she could take.
-Sorry I couldn’t make the party- she said.
-You could invent an explanation.-

There was no one around
Who could explain
Why she felt such pain.
-Hug me. Fuck me.-
Where’s she gonna go?
-Tease me. Please me.-

-It’s pretty wet out, I think we get the car.-
-Were you out with your one and only last night?-

-The joke is still on, huh? Ok, let’s get out.-
She wished there was some guy she could love.
She waited for someone to come pick her up.
This is very beautiful place.

There was no one around who could explain why she felt such pain
-Hug me. Fuck me.- Where’s she gonna go? –Tease me. Please me.-

The street is wide and empty in the flat light.
The town which should have been on her right had gone.

-Middle-class white girls were the rule, not the exception
They tipically had access to illegal abortion.-
- I never sleep the whole night thru.-