Well yes, Fausto Lama and Francesca Mesiano – aka Coma_cose – broke up. The news, which came directly from their social profiles, has the weight of the great turns: it is not only the end of a love story, but also the closure of an intense and shared artistic chapter, which lasted ten years and capable of leaving a profound mark in contemporary Italian music.
The decision, they say, has slowly matured in recent months, away from the spotlight. They preferred to face the crisis in silence, out of respect for their commitments and – above all – to give time to understand. Over the years, the coma_cose machine has never stopped: concerts, records, tours, Sanremo. An incessant rhythm that has overwhelmed them until we wear the most intimate part of their relationship. The artistic synergy, from the engine, has become a cage, “cannibalizing” private life.
They had imagined taking a break from the project to find themselves as a couple, but time revealed a simple and painful truth: now the agreement existed only on the stage. There was nothing more to save, if not gratitude for what had been.
In their message, there is no bitterness. There is gratitude. Ten years lived as in a dream, between people, places and stages that have marked an era. They thank those who follow them, those who shared the road and music with them, with the awareness that every important story leaves a legacy that does not vanish.
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“Love is transformed,” they write. And theirs turned into something different: not an angry farewell, but a mature greeting, with the promise of not getting lost. Now an individual path begins, with the inevitable melancholy of separations but also with the lucidity of those who know that the finals, sometimes, are used to really start again.
That of the coma_cose is not a defeat. It is the courageous choice of recognizing a change and embracing it, without pretending, without spectacularizing it. An act of sincerity that, in a world accustomed to twists and turns, sounds almost revolutionary.
