Serenity

Media: Digital Computer Composition (Computer Painting)

Magazine article which was an interview with Signora Edi Bocelli - Andrea's mother Excerpts from Oggie Magazine (magazine in Italy)

I made my son cry so that he would not live as a blind person "I knew early that Andrea would lose his sight" says Edi, the mother of the tenor who makes the world dream. "To help him become a man, I forgot pity. A deep faith gave me strength" . . . . "One needs courage to do what Andrea does. Sometimes I try to close my eyes, I see him strike that imperial pose with which he stands before the orchestra, before millions of people, in silence, in spite of all the wickedness that has surrounded him lately (criticism). Even I, who know him better than any other, ask myself how does he do it. Now comes to mind another saying that says: "Our Lord gives clothes according to the cold. And I thank him, our Lord, because Andrea lives as he sings, with an open heart. And, because by our side, there has always been a guardian angel, our great faith".

Edi Bocelli does not emphasize this. But her faith is real, profound. She is serene. As she must be that for her son. "When he was eight, we went on a pilgrimage to Lourdes, France and he entered the Madonnina grotto together with a priest, our friend, the same one who later preformed Andrea's marriage . And he recently recounted to me their conversation at that time. Andrea confided to him: 'I didn't ask for this.' No. He did not ask to receive his sight again. 'So, what did you ask for?' 'For serenity.' That, the Madonnina has given my son. And now, he gives it to others."

English Translation of the song Immenso from the Bocelli Sogno CD.

And so the story goes; Forgetable faces, they come, they go; And the room is already dark; This is my sea, my immense sea, and I sing; I can feel the silence around me; As the music rises softly from the violins; Then I see your face again; It's you, and I'm guessing where you are; You, in this, my immense sea; A face I'll probably never see again; That comes, that goes, that fades away; And plunges the theatre back into darkness; Immesne, in the vast sea; It's so immense, I feel it; I feel you're here , in the theater, in the darkness; I can feel your presence; Yes, it's wiser not to think of you here; I'll pretend you're already far away; then I'll sing and I'll sing; And I'll find you again in this ocean; Once again I'll feel the silence around me; the music, an ocean of violins; And I'll sing and I'll sing; I'll meet you again some day; I know I will. Immense... Immense is knowing you're beside me.