With “Orbit orbit”Caparezza signs a comeback that confirms his nature as a total artist: musician, author, narrator and now also cartoonist. The new project, published for BMG, is a comic album that combines two different but complementary languages - the visual and the sound – to tell a story of freedom, imagination and creative rebirth. After the internal imprisonment of “Prisoner 709” and the metamorphosis of “Exuvia”Caparezza returns to orbit around his own conceptual universe with a record that moves between introspection and visionaryness. Fourteen songs like as many chapters of a cosmic journey, where music becomes a map of the human soul and comics its symbolic representation.
Pathosfera text
I did it to protect myself because I thought
That I would live with trauma like a veteran
So ever since I started silencing pathos
Life is a race that I don’t pay, Ajeje Brazorf
I see a torn body in this photo
It just becomes a bunch of pixels
My face is expressionless even without botox
I feel nothing, neither heartbroken nor sad
I’m running home to make a meme of it, I feel late
It’s not comedy but a reflection of Pavlov
I don’t put my heart in another’s chest
Empathy is a violent act and flaw in courage
I suppress every emotion and everything will go smoothly
Synthezoid vacuum like Whitе Vision
The moon is just a stone that turns gray
And I hope it disappears in the morning
Mom, I buried pathos in my belly
Now the reason is my guard rottweiler
And look, his face no longer wrinkles
It gets confused with those of Isla de Pascua
Journey out of the Pathosphere
I’m going out of the Pathosphere
Too many asteroids in the Phatosphere
They go “Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!”
Mom, I buried pathos in my belly
Now the reason is my guard rottweiler
And look, his face no longer wrinkles
It gets confused with those of Isla de Pascua
Journey out of the Pathosphere
I’m going out of the Pathosphere
Too many asteroids in the Phatosphere
They go “Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!”
It’s the sound of faith falling apart
I am silent and still like the guard with the halberd
My family was a mountain, Nanga Parbat
The wall collapses and I’m already running out of air
It’s to get by that I stifle my anger
I’m the cold one of the gang, Doctor Manhattan
It is to save my skin that I tear my soul away
And I’ll end up in Arkham Asylum
It’s to defend myself from the hatred I read in certain comments
Throw up with two fingers as if drunk
It’s because of an evil that has reduced friends and relatives to pieces
Detachment was needed to put the puzzle together
I keep my beats hidden in my pocket
And I get anxious, like with the dogs at Malpensa
When you lose faith in humanity you instantly lose your humanity itself
Mom, I buried pathos in my belly
Now the reason is my guard rottweiler
And look, his face no longer wrinkles
It gets confused with those of Isla de Pascua
Journey out of the Pathosphere
I’m going out of the Pathosphere
Too many asteroids in the Phatosphere
They go “Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!”
Mom, I buried pathos in my belly
Now the reason is my guard rottweiler
And look, his face no longer wrinkles
It gets confused with those of Isla de Pascua
Journey out of the Pathosphere
I’m going out of the Pathosphere
Too many asteroids in the Phatosphere
They go “Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!”
And now that the darkness does not penetrate the armor
I can’t recognize the light, I’ve lost my flame
Because life must be faced
I used to laugh until I choked
I used to cry like a fountain
Now I have fake smiles
I applaud, touching my palms from the balcony
Eyes dried up like the Aral Sea
I don’t want to find myself in the holy field
As if I were marble behind another marble
I’m afraid he’s becoming an automaton, a cyborg
But if I have this fear I am still safe
Know-Know-Try
Know-Know-Try
Trial
Mom, the pathos is coming back to the surface
It digs inside me which seems like a woodworm, a mole
And dance, inside my belly, butterfly
Little by little he is giving blood back to a ghost
I want to return to the Pathosphere
Spending days in the Pathosphere
Even if the hits in the Pathosphere
They go “Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!”
Meaning of “Pathosphere”
In the song “Pathosfera”, Caparezza addresses the theme of emotional anesthesia that characterizes our time, exploring the tension between sensitivity and self-defense. The protagonist of the text says he has “buried pathos” to protect himself from a world that hurts and consumes, choosing coldness as a form of survival. This choice leads him to progressively lose his humanity, transforming into a mechanical being, devoid of empathy and incapable of feeling authentic emotions.
Through cultural references and powerful images — from Isla de Pascua to White Vision, up to Doctor Manhattan — Caparezza represents dehumanization as a consequence of emotional detachment. Man becomes a spectator of pain, incapable of reacting except by transforming everything into irony or viral content, like when he “runs home to make a meme”.
Yet, in the end, the text gives a glimpse of a rebirth: the pathos comes back “to the surface”, symbolized by a butterfly dancing in the stomach.
In the last verses, a glimmer of light opens:
“Mom, pathos is coming back to the surface / It digs inside me like a woodworm, a mole / And it dances inside my belly, butterfly”
The “butterfly” inside the belly – symbol of life, anxiety, love – represents the resurrection of feeling. After living like an automaton, the protagonist welcomes vulnerability again.
It is the sign of an emotion that resists, of a soul that despite everything tries to rise again. The conclusion is not triumphal, but very human: admitting that you are afraid is, paradoxically, the first sign that you are still alive.
“Pathosfera” thus becomes a reflection on the importance of rediscovering one’s vulnerability, recognizing that true strength does not lie in repressing emotions, but in allowing oneself to feel them.
Capacity and the courage to feel
“I did it to protect myself” is a manifesto on the anesthesia of the digital age, but also an appeal to reconnect with pain, not to let fear make us statues.
Caparezza talks about a profoundly contemporary evil – the need to deactivate oneself to survive – but leaves a glimmer of light: those who fear they have become an automaton still have a struggling soul.
As always, Caparezza does not offer easy consolations, but a mirror: and what it reflects is disturbing, because it concerns us all.
