sea Do you see up there? if you follow the stream and you just go, get home ..
Llegaste a fall and you left in the summer. I met you a temporary winter which made it difficult to leave. It was while singing semper é il piu blu sky and I knew your name, just that. A few months ago called me, I cried hard. On youtube I found, pull the thread and went out songs carved in white marble of those geniuses who passed you the baton. I learned more from you soon. You were born in Calabria, Crotone, and as a child you went to live in Rome for the work of your parents. To you I liked the theater, and I can imagine making as Estragon you told us. Opened his hand to his music to approach life. Find your songs great hope that whatever happens, things make sense. I play your music and life that flows naturally, and I see across the river from the irony, the absurdity, of simple elements of vouchers you build a diverse mondo where everything makes sense with your hat. You found your place in Italian society of the seventies being yourself and the value or naturalness, to analyze what you saw. All we sang then is happening now and your legacy break with the force of the waves, almost thirty years after you've lost. I wonder Italian now what it would if you were with us. Very different. You'd be the voice of sanity and common sense, and we'd all be crazy about you and be happier. And you would still so beautiful. You went to Mexico and you become interested in their culture and language, and you gave us a majestic your introduction to the Castilian in some of your music.
The storm left a total atmospheric displacement cosmological feelings begin to charge for electricity. Where would the love for dialectics is continuous ruptures. Where should find an outlet for creative gaps grow. In wave is also coming fashion intonation to emphasize language jingles, squeezed by some media (where you go, bring apples) that makes me grievous, as much as the cry that issued the dishes in the dining room when the killer saw the knife. Digs into the gums and bursts the eardrums.
probably no God. Stop worrying and enjoy life . The first thing that struck me was the phrase grammatical construction, it sounds bad. (The English version is much more complete). It is concluded that believers living beings concerned as potentially sinful, or atheists believe in God believe that involves a series of restrictions that do not allow themselves to be happy.