One line

Filippo Perocco: Fiato

for theorbo, accordion, electric guitar and electronics

(2022)

The entire miniature piece, in which my usual »worms« recur (the debris, the »nenia«, the precariousness), is based on a quasi-vocal quality that persists in the relationships between the various instruments. A residue that wants to resist; a puff, a sigh, a thread of compressed air.

Each line is in a constant precarious balance with another, weaving a dust of resonances and alliterations. A sort of petrified and eroded madrigal, anti-muscular, into a dim candlelight.

(Filippo Perocco)

 

Fiato espira

aria spostata.

Soffio muta la candela.

Sbuffo sospira

filo d’aria compressa.

Pulviscolo d’aria liquida.

Ossido in combustione

Quando l’aria sarà più vicina?

Aria infusa, aria grossa, aria senza luce

aria tinta, aria interposta, aria lieve,

che si appoggia.

 

Breath exhales

moved air.

A breath mutes the candle.

A puff sighs

a thread of compressed air.

Dust of liquid air.

Oxide in combustion.

When will the air be closer?

Infused air, thick air, lightness air,

dyed air, interposed air, gentle air,

that leans.