Translation by Davide Andreis 

12.30 PM

Travelling again, destination: Genoa. The small C1 is now full! 3 people (Flavio, Gianpaolo and I) plus a load of luggage. We are on A26 (NT: highway 26) and the navigator insists on having us driving on A7. Chiara, don’t insist, that highway sucks, give us a minimum of decision making, come on!

2:00 PM
In Genoa we find an ideal temperature. It’s a beautiful sunny day and we decide to spend it at the Aquarium. Marina joins us and we spend the whole afternoon with dolphins, seals and beautiful fish of all kinds. I bought a pair of earrings shaped as two dolphins… hoping they bring good luck…

7.06 PM
We’re inside the theater. Very nice… intimate and cozy, with plenty of space to sit and drink. This atmosphere is so relaxing before the concert. For once, we don’t wait outside in the cold. And to think that, outside, tonight there is an acceptable temperature…

9:03 PM
At the end, we decide to sleep here in Genoa. The very idea of driving 500 km after the concert upsets us… So, in contravention of our strict rules, we have dinner before the concert and after it… immediately to bed!
Big credits to the the chestnut tiramisu cake of the restaurant… Something sublime!!!

Now we are waiting for these red curtains to open up…

The theater is almost full… it’s nice to be here… again…
Carla gives us another Dream, and the audience warmly welcomes her. I must say that we are a bit exhausted tonight. Fatigue is heavy and we can’t address our voices to her, the way we’d like to. But the heart… that one, yes… and we left ours on the magnificent “Nomadi” guitar. An absolutely beautiful and unmissable version, sang by Carla in Verona and here again tonight… thrilling…
On leaving the theater, a melancholic weariness… Intense emotions tangle, physical exhaustion and a slight, very personal sadness… Because not always one can live well the end of something, it depends on the mood, on what came before and what comes after… Is it these concerts are a light in a moment of great uncertainty… or is it simply that it’s time to go to bed, as in just over three hours we must leave and start clocking up 500 km and then back to work…
We leave Genoa with the certainty, with us since some time, that it’s such a beautiful town, but so chaotic and impossible to drive around… A mind-boggling… Every street and every turn seem tailor-made for you to get lost… Yet that Teatro della Tosse looked so familiar, so intimate… That big hall which housed a children’s playground, a bar, tables and sofas, had the silence of lost opportunities…

See you in Rome, Carla…


Translation by Davide Andreis 

Gray, rainy day. After a hearty breakfast we reach Marina to decide what to do while waiting for tonight’s concert in Verona. I LOVE the Dolomites above all things, and I’d have a wish… to get back to Arco di Trento, climbing paradise, the only sport that I love because I consider it as a philosophy of life, even before than a sport.

Marina and her hotel fellows would rather go to a spa, but my missed visit at the beautician’s, due to my flu, makes me prefer other programs. Carla’s words are quite useless: “Who cares, you are more than a few hair!”. Maybe because this is not a prosperous period for my self-esteem, my micro-hair triumphed, and so Flavio and I got on the legendary C1, the TEMPOSENZATEMPO Company Car, and we head towards Arco. Even just looking at the rock gives me an indescribable feeling. We are doing fine, Flavio and I… We can remain silent for hours and have the feeling of having made the longest speech… Unfortunately it is raining and this does not help, but we can also make a brief visit to the town and visit the Climbing Stadium, even if only from the outside, because it’s closed.

2:30 PM
We decide to head towards Verona driving along Lake Garda, where we like to stop from time to time to take pictures … An amazing feeling of peace advances Carla’s concert and it’s the perfect frame to the landscape.
We stop in Lazise. Silent in summer, it’s a peace oasis in winter.

5:21 PM
After a beautiful day, though with some drawbacks, unsuitable to storytelling, we get to Verona.

5:55 PM
We arrive in Verona after arguing with the navigator who refuses to speak up its indications. Flavio and I engage in an almost surreal conversation: Flavio: “I fear Chiara (TN: the GPS) is confused and does not understand anything”I: “No, she refuses to speak, but she understands.”
Anyway… we drive to the theater by looking at the pictures on the GPS.

7:30 PM
Tonight we’re far-sighted: we have a snack at the pizzeria in front of the theater, and just to avoid bad surprises, we even decide to book for a dozen people for later, at least dinner is ensured…

9:30 PM
The curtain rises, the stalls are almost completely full, only a few balconies are still empty. We have a feeling that tonight there is a more lively and festive audience, and in fact the atmosphere warms up soon.
On stage Carla, along with the excellent musicians who now get on perfectly well, immediately transports us into her world of infinite beauty, we, traveller without fear, we cross the threshold of this world, with neither time nor space, where past and present merge into a single Present suspended between the reality of the days that go by, and the dream of those other days that mark endless points in our lives.
The warm voice of Carla and the rhythm of the drums and the bass, halt our heatbeats… We enter a”magic circle”…
All the audience is clamoring out loud for encores. Carla comes back and finds us all under the stage waiting for her.
Encores are always an opportunity for us to sing all together. A blast from the past and not only in music… it’s a return to our adolescence, to the feeling of belonging that pervaded us, to our childish joy to find ourselves under a stage, united by the love for the same Music.


Translation by Davide Andreis 

8:00 AM
Luck doesn’t help this new journey… I’m sick since yesterday and Flavio had a problem with his car… just a trifle… on a curve instead of making a turn, the car took a direction she liked more… And do we want to talk about the weather? Better not.
Anyway … Now we are in my small C1; we’ve got snow-chains, I’m filled with chemical stuff to resist until 2020 flu (but didn’t somebdy have to “unrough” me?), we set the GPS and in spite of everything… off we gooooooooo…..

10:37 AM
I don’t know whether it’s due to the chemical bombardment, Marina’s meditation or just the thought of the concert tonight… but I feel much better. This worries Flavio who, very kindly, came out with this warm invitation: “Now that you’re better, try not to bust my ch..s”. What a sweet friend … 🙂
The sky is more and more black, but still it doesn’t snow. Now that I’m better I start to realize that from today until Saturday, it’ll be all days full of Carla and a feeling of indescribable joy fills me in!

11.15 AM
The snow starts to show up, but after having nipped the flu in the bud, nothing is frightening anylonger! And then we have a special rose on the dashboard that will bring us luck!

1:13 PM
After a break for a nice dish of pasta we are going to face the last part of this trip, we will be Rovereto in about an hour. Cristina is better and she’s now driving. All around us the green of the fields and the white of the sky…

3:30 PM
We are in Rovereto, in a simple but nice hostel. Sometimes it snows and the stomach begins to trouble me again, dammit! Here’s a picture with the concert posters to set up the right mood.

5:11 PM
We are in front of the Auditorium. It’s very cold, but we are well equipped…

9:30 PM
The curtain opens up, moving cold air. It’s really cold here in the theater. Carla is wrapped in a warm applause resonating in the theater which, unfortunately, is half-full this evening.
We are few, but Carla is not missing our warmth, especially after the songs we love the most. Tonight, again, I’m overwhelmed by “Il Contatto”. I feel this song as it was taylored for me in this precise moment of my life…
But tonight something is missing… perhaps the exchange, the passion, the cathartic osmosis… Maybe that “Contact” that Carla, nonetheless, plays masterfully.
After the concert we seek in vain for a place where to eat. Rovereto is deserted… Probably all the people who wanted to get out tonight, attended the concert!
There is nothing open, neither a bar, nothing! Eventually, in desperation (even because we never eat before the concert, EVER) we decide to take the highway and stop at the first service area. I omit all comments on the usual carelessness of the Italian eateries for those who don’t eat meat… I fast, the others manage to fill their stomaches, but… Bad surprises are not over: out of the eatery, the Police wants to fine us because we improperly parked the car… Heck, it’s full of snow, nothing is really visibile, one can barely see the lines of the parking lot! Eventually the policemen decide to grace us, maybe they’re touched when we told them we’ve driven kilometers and kilometers to in search for food, as in Rovereto and Trento there was nothing open. They leave telling us a joke and finally we reach our hostel beds. A cold and noisy place but, between hunger, sleepiness and weakness we fall asleep in less than a second.




Translation by Davide Andreis

12 PM One hour… and then I’ll start the engine of my C1 to reach for Flavio in Orte. Indescribable emotion… pure euphoria… that’s how I like to feel and these will be days like this!

3.20 PM We’ve been driving since awhile, after having set the GPS up, as usual. It’s raining and it’s cold. Big blacks clouds cross the sky, without slightly interfering with our state of grace. And these faces of ours in state of grace are pictured in one of the photographs.

8 PM Arrival in Sant’Agata. In front of the theater are some of our friends and, just to keep the tradition alive, we sneak in the only bar which is still open… but only for a few minutes, because the concert is about to begin. The theater is so cute. Very small, about 100 seats capacity. We admire with the joy of the waiting in our hearts, the stage populated by musical instruments. It is an image that I particularly like, that of the instruments alone on the stage… They offer an atmosphere of suspended time and they can, already, tell a story all by themselves.

9:30 PM With “Tempo Senza Tempo” a magnificent concert begins. No images in the background, this time, but the theater itself, however, offers an intimate setting, cozy and out of the ordinary. Flavio is in the gallery, while I sit close the mixer. I must say that listening to a concert from the position next to the mixer is an unforgettable sound experience for the purity and cleanliness of the sound that one perceives… Someone asks us the sense of hearing almost every night the same concert. It’s the love for those sounds, it’s the sense of absolute belonging to the content of those lyrics, it’s the desire for beauty and poetry, it’s to find out every time there is a song that maybe the day before you listened to as one among many but tonight, for the influence of external events or simply a combination of inner reasons, you feel it as more yours, so yours that you end up crying for joy, so yours that it brings you an immense serenity. To me tonight that song was “Il Contatto”. A song that I have always loved and one of my Carla’s favorites, but tonight I loved it even more … And while I listened, I spellbound watched the way Nick Taccori embroidered sounds on the drums. At the end, I was paralyzed by emotion, so much as not to be able to applaud…

In tonight’s playlist Carla has reinserted “Nomadi” and in the encore she added “Per Elisa” and the UNMISSABLE version of “Il Vento Caldo dell’Estate”, and “Messaggio”, too.


Translation by Davide Andreis

9:30 am
We just left from Terni. My fault… I was supposed to be at Flavio’s at 7, but my finger fought with the alarm snooze button and then, 20 minutes after
20 minutes the delay accumulated… But this is no longer big news…
Actually it was an excuse not to leave before the opening of the Patisserie “Modernissima” which, after the fasting of the Holiday Season, it’s the right
place to be! 🙂
I like the idea of spending an afternoon at the beach!
11.40 am

A beautiful sunny winter day and time passes very pleasantly while playing Ruzzle and listening to Exitpaul… A beautiful record of a great Artist
and friend. We deliberately didn’t play Samsara in the cd player, in order to savor every single note later on tonight.
Short stop at the service area and we have a bit of fun.

5.30 PM
Wonderful afternoon at the beach … the scent, the noise, the atmosphere … many people in winter clothes, reflections on the wet sand…
Exactly what I imagined and dreamed of days before this concert.

After the beautiful stroll along the sea, as usual, we sought refuge in a bar, meeting old and new traveling companions …
In between laughters, serious conversations, cocktails and hot chocolates, time goes by quickly and the longed moment is now here.

Our camera equipment is ready … it may seem strange, but it is natural for us to be able to audience the show and get excited as we follow Carla through the lens, as we’re trying to stop Time in those endless moments of happiness.

Yes, because attending one of Carla’s concerts or, best, simply “meeting” Carla, makes our day!
And so the emotions that we get from listening turn into pictures… images that we just browse at any moment of our lives to relive those unique,
magnificent moments, that magically are always new, over and over at every single concert… The show begins… the curtain opens up shifting cold air to the first row. It’s always a magic moment of breath-holding, a moment suspended in time…

It is no coincidence that the concert opens with “Tempo Senza Tempo”.
Carla and his musicians excite us again tonight, the show expanded to include “visions” projected on the stage that bind to the arrangements and melodies,
weaving textures of enchantment in our hearts…
The surprise is to listen, for the first time live on this tour, to a song over and over acclaimed by the audiences in the previous shows,
“Un Mondo a Parte”.
Gently, Carla’s voice, supported by the minor arpeggios of Osvaldo di Dio’s guitar, and the sound carpet of sampled arcs, welcomes us in a world apart, really…
The concert continues leaving us excited, welcomed, contented, and aware of how fortunate we are in being able to attend such a charm.

We repeat ourselves, but the interpretation of a particular song, “Il Sole nella Pioggia”, always leaves us breathless…

The end of the concert is entrusted to two historical songs of the 80s: “Il Vento Caldo dell’Estate” and “Per Elisa”, which in no way are affected by
the time passing by…
We just have to thank Carla for these indelible meetings…
Then, outside the theater Carla, as always extremely available, stops to greet all those who expect to receive a smile, a look, a handshake,
an intense hug.
We, travelers, conclude the day in a pizzeria, each with their own emotions still resonant inside us.


Story by Flavio and Cristina,
Translation by Davide Andreis

When we left it was still dark …

It’s raining … It’s raining so much, it actually pours … but after the first stop at a service area and a chocolate croissant, life begins to smile and thanks to the coffee (before having it we were just grunting meaninglessly) we became lucid in order to set up the GPS navigator.
It’s time to play Samsara in the cd player 🙂 there you are!!! Off we go, for real now!!!!

8.50 am

We stop at a gas station near Città di Castello in order to refuel, and here we start to collect the first figure of the day: the C1 tank does not open up. I have never been able to open it (and so far, nothing new), and also poor Flavio tries in vain:

Luckily the pump attendant has mercy on us and in less than a second he sorts things out 🙂

The sky is always grayer and grayer, but it cannot discolor our emotions. We try to imagine which song will open the concert. We both think it’ll be “Morire d’Amore”… I already feel my heart in my mouth …

12.20 pm

It’s time for a good coffee with chocolate aftertaste at Marina’s. Of course, with my heart at
1000 beats, all this coffee is not a good idea!

Now even the sun came out … I see it outside, I feel it on my skin, I feel it inside me. We are moving towards Correggio, happy and in a suspended state of vibrant waiting …

3.45 pm

We are in front of the theater, Flavio, Marina and me … In a nearby bar we are enjoying a hot chocolate with whipped cream. Every now and then we cock an ear hoping to hear fragments of the rehearsals… But then I think that even if I could, I would go away in order not to hear anything: I don’t want to spoil a single moment of this expectation. A simple thought comes to my mind: it’s wonderful to wait … wait for something that you know for sure will make you feel good …

Some Iphone shots in an almost deserted city … It seems that on Thursday it’s all dark and closed … The square excepted, which is so beautiful …
Strange street names … and the laughter with friends begins … It seems time has never gone by!

We’re two hours away from the show … And I realize that I begin to cut myself off from
the outside world… I hear talks like indistinct sounds. I’m now in the atmosphere of the
concert … “The wait is colored with ancient impressions”

8:55 pm

We’re in the theater… In a few minutes the lights will go out, dissolving objects’ outlines and enveloping us in the fable… And, finally, darkness falls in the stalls, the buzz turns into silence, the waiting turns into Music…

The notes from “Morire d’Amore” warm up our hearts with that warmth known for years, which always renews itself, unchanged.

Then the guitar introduces “Tempo Senza Tempo”: Carla’s deep and hot voice was lulled by the rhythm of drums played with delicacy, which makes a good interpretation of Time passing by…

Dressed in black Carla moves gracefully on the stage, lit by a few lights that pierce the

“Nata Ieri” brings us back to the present, to Samsara, in a version that sounds like the one
“We always live with the thought of something or somebody, and we don’t realize what, and above all, who stands nearby, and how much, this persons has changed…”
Thus “Orientamento” was born… Punctuated in the incipit by an insistent beat that makes me think of a metronome, of time, which passes by and changes and changes us too, inevitably …
“Eri Con Me” is the next song, and it’s hugely appreciated by the public that crowds the small and charming Correggio’s theater.

“Autunno Già”, beautiful song, follows. It is as light weighted as the yellow leaves carried by the November warm wind, as delicate as a lullaby it caresses me. I close my eyes for a few moments, memories of old caresses come to my mind… The contact with our inner side is inevitable while listening to Carla .

“L’Era del Mito”, in the version already tested during the “Lungo la Strada” tour, comes before a very nice “Chanson Egocentrique”, with its fast-paced rhythm, breaks a little the atmosphere created by the earlier songs.

“Sui Giardini del Mondo”, a song I really love, brings over the drums a little bit more, perhaps sacrificed both for their location –they’re in fact located to extreme right looking at the stage, behind the guitarist Osvaldo di Dio, who almost always hides his colleague with chopsticks-both for the way in which they’re used.
Next song, “Come il Mare”, in my opinion suffers a bit from the use of the recorded bases and voice of Di Martino; honestly, I didn’t like it very much. Personally, I would prefer it sung live by one of the musicians.

“A Cchiù bella” is offered to us in the delicate version that Carla wanted us to know, a way to remember the moment when Giuni Russo faintly sang the melody that she had composed for the beautiful poetry of Totò…

The delicacy continues with “Anin a Gris”, in a bit more substantial version, due to the use of two guitars.

Then it ‘s time of “La Recessione”, timeless song, performed very well.
“Nomadi” leaves me speechless, for the beauty of the arrangements, for Carla’s vocals, for the shivers that it brings…

“Il Contatto”, inevitable song, wonderfully played, despite some technical difficulties due to a headset sound echo, that annoys Carla during the first seconds.

“Un vento a trenta gradi sotto zero…” so begins the beautiful “Prospettiva Nevski”, very well interpreted, the drums beat the softly rhythm, the guitar and the bass bind it all, Alice’s voice rises in his tone, touching the strings of our souls …

And then … Then came the first notes of “Il Sole nella Pioggia”: I find the sounds of the past, I find myself over the years, watching Alice ‘dance’ while singing this song. It’s a soul spell, a spell that comes back, hypnotizes me, always: I remain truly enchanted, observing her behind the lens of my Nikon.

“Il Cielo”, extremely delicate interpretation, evocative, sometimes poignant, ends up the

But Carla is called by continuous applause. And here she is, back on stage with her

Somebody asks for “Un Sigillo” and, smiling, she start singing “Ponimi come un sigillo sul tuo cuore…”, then she stops and says: “instead you’ll have to put up with this one!”… “Dammi la Mano Amore”, as beautiful as ever…. Memories resurface…
“Il Vento Caldo dell’Estate”… The electric guitar introduces the drums and the bass, the
musicians here feel more comfortable, I feel them. The song is wonderful, the voice of Alice is bright, clean, powerful in the refrain, unique.
The finale of this song is wordless. Pure emotion.

Alice greets and again disappears behind the scenes, but the public is not yet satisfied … A loud recall, she comes back once again and greets us with a wonderful “Per Elisa”. I can only say: hurrah to the bass and the electric guitar, and to the acoustic, and to the drums!

Thank you Carla!