Liuto di Caravaggio

St Francis "Il cantico delle creature", reading

St Francis "Gaudo", lyre

F Landini "Ecco la primavera", lyre & voice

C Monteverdi "Si dolce il tormento", lute & voice

С Monteverdi "Quel sguardo sdegnosetto", lute & voice

G Brescianello "Antre", lute

G Caccini  "Amarilli", lute & voice

F De Milano "Il ricercare ", lute

G Caccini "Sfogava con le stelle", lute & voice

Lamento di Tristan e Rota, anonymous, lyre

F Petrarca - sonnet num 348, reading

G Frescobaldi "Se l'aura spira ", lute  & voice

E Cavalieri - "Matrimonio di Medici" balletto e curanta, lute

D Gastoldi "Dolce serena", lute & voice

F Carroso - contrapasso,  lute

D Gastoldi "Il prigioniero", lute and voice

I Vecchi "So ben che m'ha bon tempo", lute and voice

C Negri "Il fiore bianco", lute

Popular Venice song "Fior vezziosetto", lute & voice

D Sancez "Accenti queruli", lute & voice

TRANSLATIONS OF VOCAL NUMBERS AND POEMS in order of the concert:

SAINT FRANCIS of Assisi "Canticle of Brother Sun and Sister Moon"
Most High, all-powerful, all-good Lord, All praise is Yours, all glory, all honour and all blessings.
To you alone, Most High, do they belong, and no mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your Name.
Praised be You my Lord with all Your creatures,
especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour,
Of You Most High, he bears the likeness.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars,
In the heavens you have made them bright, precious and fair.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
And fair and stormy, all weather’s moods,
by which You cherish all that You have made.
Praised be You my Lord through Sister Water,
So useful, humble, precious and pure.
Praised be You my Lord through Brother Fire,
through whom You light the night and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.
Praised be You my Lord through our Sister,Mother Earth
who sustains and governs us,
producing varied fruits with colored flowers and herbs.
Praise be You my Lord through those who grant pardon for love of You and bear sickness and trial.
Blessed are those who endure in peace, By You Most High, they will be crowned.
Praised be You, my Lord through Sister Death,
from whom no-one living can escape. Woe to those who die in mortal sin! Blessed are they She finds doing Your Will.
No second death can do them harm. Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks,
And serve Him with great humility.

LANDINI "Ecco la primavera"
So spring has come, which amuses the hearts, the time of falling in love, the herbs are fresh in flowers, the trees are blooming, and the wind is in the head

MONTEVERDI "Si dolce è il tormento"
So sweet is the torment that lies in my heart,
that I live happily from its cruel beauty...
in Heaven's beauty fierce pride may
grow bold without pity
but always my faith will be a rock against that wave of pride

May false hope turn back from me
may neither delight nor peace descend upon me
and the cruel woman I adore deny me merciful relief;
amidst infinite pain, amidst broken hope, my faith shall survive...

(From fire and ice I will find no repose;
only at the gate of Heaven shall I find repose...
should the deadly strike of an arrow injure my heart,
my heart shall heal by changing my lot with that [same] arrow of death)

MONTEVERDI "Quel sguardo sdegnosetto"
That haughty glance,
gleaming and threatening,
that poisonous dart,
And have torn myself apart,
wound me with your glance,
heal me with your laughter.
Arm yourselves, eyes,
with bitterest severity,
pour out on my heart
a shower of sparks:
but do not delay with your lips
to revive me when I am dead.
Wound me with that glance,
but heal me with that laughter.
Beautiful eyes, to arms, to arms,
I prepare my breast for you;
take delight in wounding me
until I faint away,
and if by your darts
I shall be conquered,
wound me with those glances,
but heal me with that laughter.

CACCINI "Amarilli"
My lovely Amaryllis,
Don’t you know, O my heart's sweet desire,
That it is you whom I love?
Believe in my love; and if fear besets you,
Don’t doubt that it’s true.
Open my breast and see written on my heart:
Amaryllis,  is my love

CACCINI "Sfogava con le stelle"
under the night starry sky
hopelessly in love poured out his pain.
He spoke to the stars:
"Oh! Beautiful image
my idol that I adore,
In the same way that you show it to me
beaming,
also show my beloved in your splendor,
my passion and awe!
May she have mercy on me, who loves her so much...

PETRARCA SONNET NUM 348. ‘Da’ piú belli occhi, et dal piú chiaro viso’
From lovelier eyes, and from a brighter glance,
than ever shone, and from lovelier hair,
that made gold and the sun seem less lovely,
from a sweeter speech, and sweeter smile,
from hands, from arms that conquered,
without moving, those who were ever most
rebellious in Love, from lovelier slender feet,
from the whole form made in Paradise,
my spirit took its life: now Heaven’s King
and his winged messengers take delight:
and I who remain am naked and blind.
I have only one comfort in my bitter pain:
that she, who sees my every thought,
may win me grace, so I may be with her.

G FRESCOBALDI "Se l'aura spira"
When the graceful breeze blows,
The fresh rose laughs
And the shady hedge of emerald green
Has no fear of the summer heat.
Come delight in the dance,
Nature's fair maidens, flowers of beauty,
While the clear stream
Flows from the mountain to the sea.
Such sweet verses spread from bird to bird
Bringing the sappling to flower.
A beautiful face in the nearby shade
Alone exalts in displaying compassion.
With your song, sweet maidens,
Drive away the winds of cruelty

GASTOLDI "Questa dolce sirena"
This sweet little mermaid
song calms the sea,
And her graceful laughter - winds and storms,
Who looks at his pretty face
becomes a prisoner of love
who looks into her fiery eyes
He feels that his heart is bound by a spell.

GASTOLDI "Il prigioniero"
O charming and beautiful,
The most beautiful of all
Don't make me die of love!
I know well that I'm not worthy
your heart!
But please answer my wishes
Don't make me die cruelly.
You want love free
Always be?
You are wrong:
What will people say about you?
But I see that your thoughts
Already changed, maybe it's true?
And you don't want me to get in trouble?
and I will always praise you for it!

VECCHI "So ben mi c'ha Bon tempo"
I could say, but I won't say, falala..
And if I could say it,
Who is he, where and from whom does he come. Fa la la.
I would say to take a hammer, fa-la-la.
And drive him to despair. Fa la la.
Greetings and kisses on the hands
All of them are in vain. Fa la la.
You can talk or laugh or cry
You will have no mercy. Fa la la.
AFa la la.

VENICE FOLK SONG (of Gondoliers, 17th century )
Beautiful, coquettish flower, I send you delight, Flora and the love of Dawn, thousands of kisses will cover the pretty face, the tender idol of my heart

SANCES "Accenti queruli"
Birds and gusts of wind, carry
complaints and sighs
my heart to Lydia,
Tell my Lydia that I can hardly breathe
that I'm dying full of torment from love
Maybe serene, and not as cruel as she was, she
will give you peace, she will give you life,
she will say that you
you don't deserve to suffer
and that the brave in love should be given peace and life."
So I am dreaming about Lydia, and in these moments there is only Lydia, love and me.