Sanremo is not only a musical event, but also a moment that intertwines memories, family traditions and great emotions. This year, on the prestigious Ariston stage, there will be Brunori sasthe Calabrian singer -songwriter who, with his music and his stories, has been able to touch the hearts of many. But behind success, there is a family that has always supported him, in particular a special figure: his motheraffectionately called “Mammarella Sas”.
A few days after the start of the festival, Mammarella shared a letter full of memories and feelings, an exciting journey in her life and in that of the son. From the arrival of the first TV at home, to the Sanremo Festivals followed with the neighbors, up to the irrepressible joy of seeing her son on the stage that has always represented a magical appointment for her.
The letter is not only a message of love for Brunori, but also a hymn to the family, the sacrifices, simplicity and dreams that become reality. A text that tells of a time when television was the center of the evenings, the “smiles and songs” was inevitable, and the festival was a moment of sharing and joy for everyone.
Bruori Sas will certainly be accompanied by the affection of the public, but also by that of his mother, who has been able to transform a simple letter into a touching tribute to life, music and the strength of family ties.
Below, the integral letter of Mammarella Sas:
When the TV in my house arrived, I was a girl. The happiness of that day for all of us still excites me. Rolando went up the stairs with an immense box and we all from the landing to wait anxiously that “Westinghouse” TV. So it was called. My brother Dino had bought it to make a happy mother and us too. Only a black and white channel, few programs, but the TV of the boys with Rin Tin, the treasure island, Stanlio and Ollio we looked at him dirty and sweaty (we had played in the courtyard) with the snack that, in spite of those Today, they were two slices of bread with cheese, with oil and oregano, or water and sugar.
Then came the “Sanremo Festival”: it was the event of the year! At my house for the festival there was the full of neighbors who still did not have television. The chairs were put as in the cinema, the clothes of the singers were commented (then they dressed), the hairstyles and of course the songs. Modugno, Villa, Wilma De Angelis. Ciccio offered glasses with “artisan” liqueur.
The years passed quickly, bringing joys and many pains. The family slowly decreased, each on the streets of life, others on the road of the sky. So we come to Joggi. The festival for me had priority (although the channels had already grown). With Bruno we did the predictions, always disagreed because hers were always contrary to mine. With Mario, who lived in Reggio Calabria, we made the rings on the phone when we liked a song. The phone calls were paid, there were no cell phones, nor televoting, nor we will fantasize. We had the “smiles and songs” on the table with the lyrics of the songs, and you children close to us.
Festival 2025. I never thought you would have been there, my son! I think of your father: what would he do? Who would vote and, above all, made to vote? I haven’t made yet. For me, the son who brings me, with his simplicity and sympathy, always remains laughter. Now that I think about it, you bring me “smiles and songs”. The apprenticeship made, with your simplicity and your love for music, has brought you here. It was not a milestone that weaves. I yes, I wanted to resets all the festivals of my life which, unfortunately for the age, were many.
Will I see you on television? Will I see you live? I do not know. I only know what I look forward to that evening with “smiles and songs” nearby, with you on the cover with the singers group, a box of “kleenex” because I will certainly cry of joy, but also of regret for not having the person dear to the heart of All of us, with whom I did the predictions. This year we would vote for the same singer.
In Madonna you care about, my son!
If you read, what about you to do it? Without you who love him, there would have been no festival. Thank you with all my heart.
Mammarella Sas embraces you.