It enjoys a popularity and amazing anecdotes told of scenes of real enthusiasm as he passed through the streets of the city. Always with a cigarette between his lips soon became one of the greatest figures of the early twentieth century Naples. Love, joy and sorrow constantly alternate in its production and in his life. Always ready with jokes, have a great long-communicability is a stimulating partner in the salons of Naples in search of its identity.Great variety of themes, always treated immediately popular, even in poems not for music. Because if it is true that you remember as the author of timeless verses, it is also true that he was a poet who, while writing in the vernacular, conditions and common themes highlighted the great poets of the Italian and European decadence. His poetry, "Vesper", for example, was founded and occupied by the theme of loneliness, which can be found, as known in the poets of our century with the same connotations to the astonished contemplation of the landscape, to the transience of life and research of childish language of nature. He was a journalist, playwright and novelist. The titles, many unforgettable and all, are: "Passion", "Silence singer," "Chiove", "Guapparia", "Signorinella". The musicians were the masters Gaetano Lama, Nicola Valente, E. Nardella, E. de Curtis, Rodolfo Falvo, etc.. In the Neapolitan song Bovio also invented the dramatic genre. The story goes that one day Libero Bovio, the headquarters of the musical "The song" by Francesco Feola, sitting at his desk, reading to Mario Spera, editor of the same name, one of his new opera. Sign gerarchetto a fascist, sent by Federal about the poet who had arrived Edmondo Rossoni, a senior party, which wanted to see him advance to his desk and pronounces his name with much haughtiness preceded by the degree. Bovio, who wants to end the reading of poetry, says, "therefore take a chair." The gerarchetto, with an offended tone, says: "Do not you know who I am?" And he repeats his name and rank. Bovio and without raising his head: "Ah ... So therefore take ddoi segge."Thanks to theatrical companies will do the rest to know all of Italy his own inexhaustible poetic as that of the entire city. Then, forced by illness to withdraw into the house, as a final act of love poetry dedicated to his girlfriend on his latest song: Goodbye Mary.To collect the legacy his son Aldo, journalist of "The Morning" and author as well as songs and screenplays for film soundtracks. Organizer and director for many years is the center of many artistic city.Caruli Caruli; 'A Song' and Napule; Nun volio do anything; Sona guitar Tarantella Luciana; Carufanella; Guapparia; Grandma Grandma, You ca nun chiagne; Fron '' and cherries; Regginella; ncoppa 'to ll'onna; Brinneso; Silence singer; Chiove; Lacreme napulitane; 'O land of 0' or sun; Tarantella scugnizza; Sapper; guappo song'io; Passion.
The son of a philosopher with republican ideologies (hence its name) and a good pianist, Libero Bovio was born June 8, 1883 in Naples. While attending the university courses in medicine never got to graduate because of passionate language theater. Its first construction dates back to 1902, only nineteen. Dead father was urged to find a job that would allow him sustenance. First in a local newspaper (Don Marzio) and the National Museum of Naples to become director of exports, jobs that will enable him to write much.
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.