My social timeline is invaded by Orietta Berti. From people who recover while Orietta Berti sings. In the bathroom, in the living room, on the beach, at the bar, but especially in the car. Radio to ball, windows down and chorus at the top of your lungs. “And then I have a thousand left ….!”. It seems to have suddenly gone back to the 60s, to the taste of the sea, the taste of you, to the tan of the moon. It may be that this summer begins under the sign of vaccines and the green pass, that there is an unstoppable desire for lightness in the air, or maybe just that the one just launched at the top of the Spotify chart is a happy and smart song (thanks to accomplices Fedez and Achille Lauro, of course). It will be what it will be but the return of Orietta Berti looks like a fairy tale. Or like returning to a star at 78. The last time Berti was at the top of the rankings was 1965, when I was born, 56 years ago. To say, I had never seen Orietta Berti before. And isn’t it a lesson and a hope for everyone to dream that it’s never over, that life will always give you a second chance, even half a century after the first, just be ready, don’t stop dreaming? In this context, Orietta Berti’s social profiles have obviously exploded but it is clear that she is not behind but a diligent social media manager who collects and compiles the incredible amount of posts made by others who are added every minute on the song of the ‘summer. Orietta Berti is not and perhaps never will be an influencer. Not like Fedez and Ferragni to say that they are world champions in transforming their life into a story and then into turnover. Instead, she directs social media through them with gracefulness not through selfies and stories but in the eyes of those who look at her and is dazzled by the invincible smile of those who think: it is really true that life is never over, until it’s over. .
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