Libero Bovio was not only a great poet, was the greatest poet of the Neapolitan song. If Salvatore Di Giacomo - always focused on himself - he wrote verses that were already music, hard to play the notes, the most generous Bovio penned rhymes very high, yet well suited to support the work of the composer. Here's the secret of harmony. Bovio's talent appeared early twentieth century and the end of twenty golden years of the song when it was taken for dead this extraordinary expression of folk art. He saved the song, he kept alive, the reformed. He was one of the many ways in which he honored the lessons of his father John, a philosopher of democracy and an example of morality lost in public and private life.His lyrical genius, ironic, exuberant and modest, dominated an environment of inflated rhetoric, dripping tears. Its a wonderful phrase: "The adjective is solely responsible for all human wickedness." Having had the gift of being understood and being loved by the people, he managed to combine clarity and culture: a Democrat, like his father.Lligi Pirandello wrote to his wife of Bovio, Mary, who was as good as its singer Silence Six Characters in Search of an Author. Naples Bovio has made equally honor, but he expected it, "Naples tolerates and forgives everything except genius," she noted, mocking.The moods plunged fearlessly into the city and flew them. At the time of the war, although no desertions, in 'On War and Song' and sang surdate the true face of the face: grief and pain. At the time of the emigrants, when they all sang of distant nostalgia, but he gave the body to suffering and injustice: I'so 'flesh' and maciello: I know 'on immigrant poetò Lacreme napulitane.Perfectionist, chose the musicians and singers of his songs. Once, too many have done wrong, playing with such a smile Guapparia that the opposite is the drama of a man and environment. Too many have considered only a Sapper skit, while, conversely, is the complaint, in three minutes, the end of the peasant, is the dazzling perception dell'affiorante selfishness - consumerism - which are wrapped in our day."To make a good song nce vo 'nu did dinto" he said, but the reality of inspiration never braked the clarity of an extraordinarily large vein.He was among the creators of Italian song, princess, Signorinella. Proved possible to Neapolitan theater art without coarse laughter or sobs immodest. He wrote epigrams across. All his life, all his art, was light. Take at least one episode, the court made to him by actress Dirce Marella. A lady of a ticket - "Inseguimi, are a shadow" - said "I can not keep the streets" was a way to defuse a refusal, even in the apparent elegant prose.In the drawing room of Via Duomo son Aldo keeps lines of a staff of Pietro Mascagni, the piano at home, he sketched a hymn to the work and asked to affix Bovio verses. Don Liberato wrote: "O lavoratore, sii benedetto / quanno te stienne 'ncoppa a nu lietto". Two verses, a lesson of solidarity for those who toil, disrobed of all rhetoric. Great, great.