it was the most melancholy version
I’ve ever heard
and suddenly I thought of my father
singing at the dining room table
his collar open
his sleeves rolled up
his glasses perched on his nose
his right hand covering his heart
his eyes on my mother alone
this song on his lips
and my eyes start to water
it could have been the wine
but I know it wasn’t
and that song will stay with me
in that version
for the rest of the nights
of my life
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Leonard Durso 
I share with you a beautiful childhood memory linked to this song. Makes me smile remembering it now. Thank you for sharing yours.
It’s a beautiful song and typical of Naples and its people, even ones twice removed who still carry the soul of this place in their hearts.
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso and commented:
thinking lately of my father dead now 53 years, 5 days but alive still in my heart.
Sweet memory – makes me miss my dad, who left so recently, even more. I found a write up he did about his mother and her sisters. It involved “The Magnani Sisters” singing an Italian song with lyrics about May and being with the one you love. He was uncertain as to the song title (Stornelli Italiani??) but the lyrics were more light-hearted than your father’s song; he searched for years to find a recording of the song – unsuccessfully. Had he found one, it likely would not have measured up to the version by “The Magnani Sisters”! Really enjoy your writing. Thanks!
Thank you. And that’s a lovely story of your father.