In 1981, Fabrizio De André released an autobiographicalalbum, bearing his name, dedicated to both the Sardiniancommunity and the community of Native Americans inthe United States.
The singer-songwriter poet wrote:
“I am far more Sardinian than those who, having beenborn by chance in Sardinia, have chosen to live in Rome,” and again,“Life in Sardinia is perhaps the best a man canhope for: twentyfour thousand kilometers of forests,countryside, and coastline immersed in a miraculous seawould be exactly what I would advise the good Lord to giveus as Paradise.”
The album in which he compares the American Indiansto the Sardinian people, sensing something more thana correspondence, a simple analogy, dates from 1981. Being Sardinian is always a matter of becoming, and notof being; of differences, and not of identity. Sardinian “independentism,” perhaps, should start over from here,from two symbolic figures, Sardinians and Indians, whoare no different, in terms of the experiences they live orare subject to, to the “other” characters the author alwayssang about.