
Dell'Aurora Tu Sorgi Più Bella
It was the summer of 2006.
One of the hardest summers of my life. The man who taught me how to sing with my heart was no longer able to sing. I sat next to him and sang him lullabies as he slept in peace.
That summer I was asked to sing at Medjugorje Youth Festival. it’s one religious gathering that resonates in my heart as open and wide as the spirit of a soul can be – with tens of thousands of young people from many different countries coming together in prayer and meditation. Drug addicts, who are trying to heal; orphans and lonely teenagers; those who belong and those who are searching; all on a journey without judgment, without expectations or fear.
I was looking for a song I’d sing at the festival for my father – it was a perfect opportunity to loose myself in the power of prayer.
Few weeks prior to the Medjugorje Youth Festival I went to visit my two great-aunts (from my father’s side) Mitzi and Stefi in Trieste, Italy. They are both short, but feisty women full of life, passion and tremendous (and