Speaking of Laviani, Vassallo adds: "His double soul made me remember the light that I have always imagined listening to Ivano Fossati's A night in Italy"
"I listened to him, Laviani, in a beautiful conversation with Beppe Finessi at Festivaletteratura in Mantua, and while he was talking about himself, with that fear of saying too much about himself but with the politeness of someone who knows one another well, I told myself that in order to make light, one must know how to see it in things, and he seemed to have seen it in his story.
When I left, Fossati's song resounded in my head, the precision of the emotions he recounts, with everything he doesn't say. Just like Laviani's production for Foscarini, which is always 'missing' something, because in this way that light can speak to you, just like this:
It's a night in Italy you see
This cut of the moon
Cold as any blade
It is as great as our fortune
Which is the fortune of those who live now
This wandering weather
This running night
And the future that comes
To give us a break.