Parole povere is the collision between the eyes of a filmmaker and the words of a poet: she offers her gaze, he offers his identity. The camera looks for answers with doting discretion, the editing conveys without embellishments, the music turns into a narrative scansion, and Pierluigi’s story runs on the screen as it would in everyday life: his roots in Friuli and the personal stories told by his friends; the places and the memories; the dark shadow of 1976 and the silhouette of the mountains; the wheelchair, crippling the freedom of a sixteen-year-old boy and drawing, millimeter after millimeter, the freedom of a man. Of a poet. Of a warrior, mild and kind, who lives “between the last word spoken and the new one to be said.”

DIRECTOR'S NOTES
“I approached Pierluigi Cappello when he became my bedside table companion. We didn’t know each other, but were already intimate. His poems are full of images, I might even have dreamt some. I didn’t know anything about his personal life, about the motorcycle accident when he was sixteen, and that he spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair. There’s no trace of it in the poems: in his verses Pierluigi runs, and sometimes he flies.”