Satisfiction Francesco De Gregori: Ebony
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A corpse. I saw a dead body. For the first time in my life. In the square of my former district, Talents, Largo Pugliese. peace He lived there, locked in a fiat. In all these years I had known, Ukrainian, with a beard, he was sitting in front of the church and asked for some change. The police this morning asking us if we knew his nome.Io did not understand anything. It was the first time I saw a man lying on the ground and seemed to be laughing. It 'image that I carry with me almost every day, it's been two months and his death in the street, in the midst of indifferent passers touched me more than him maybe. peace Although his life was so, so I could see a smile on that face. I went away, and I came up with the "scene of Bethlehem" by F.De Gregori. I do not know the verse "let me rest before I die," it seemed to me at the time. The truth is that I have to write about music of Francesco De Gregori, but I do not like to explain and make sense of what he writes. It is actually much more complex than it may seem. And I think the only question is to do that for me music is everything to me, everything checks to faces and things, places and people, the only music I give my past and the things most dear to cherish.
Thanks to the music of F.De Gregori I put it in the back pocket, always. I do not like listening to Sinatra with anyone, I only do it with my friend Valentina, she knows my mood swings, my home and my family, even better she knows the windows of my room. As a child I was always looking peace out behind the glass, I liked a lot, who knows what to expect and still look today. It 'a moment that I have not said for years. When I listen to Sinatra instead, I like to sit behind the glass. Those of the bus, those of my own home. So it was that in July 2013 before the Leonard Cohen concert, I met someone who gave me a book on De Gregori. If there's one thing I'll take that as a total lack of respect peace towards my person is when someone allows you to get closer peace to my life through De Gregori or Cohen. Home to almost go crazy. Even physically I salt the blood to the brain, begins to pull his left arm and move my neck. And I always wonder why, if I say first that bothers me people do not give me a straight. A Viale Fratelli Bonnet, peace I would like to live one day. I was looking house there in those days. And that's where I was given the book. I do appointments peace in places where I do not feel protected ones to me easily accessible. I read it too, but in short, the idea that someone had interfered sharing De Gregori gave me nausea almost every time I read one line. The problem is that in order not to be in these situations peace before anyone can take argument I specify "the man with whom I will share the music of Sinatra will be the father of my children." That to me is a life sentence. And they insist instead on time, in their stupidity, will argue in De Gregori us into treaties on the songs. I will not tolerate. The chat over coffee discussing De Gregori and De Andrè I find really peace absurd that those coffee while watching I felt like banging my head on the lamp posts in the streets. In reality, this person I loved his smile. And just look at his smile I had explicitly asked you not to speak more than De Gregori.Invece he insisted, and instead peace of talking to me quoting the songs of De Gregori.Rimane still a mystery, as to why a man was hiding behind the words of another man. I maintain that you can not afford a coat and feel cold, walk with the jacket you have. Before my eyes rimar
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A corpse. I saw a dead body. For the first time in my life. In the square of my former district, Talents, Largo Pugliese. peace He lived there, locked in a fiat. In all these years I had known, Ukrainian, with a beard, he was sitting in front of the church and asked for some change. The police this morning asking us if we knew his nome.Io did not understand anything. It was the first time I saw a man lying on the ground and seemed to be laughing. It 'image that I carry with me almost every day, it's been two months and his death in the street, in the midst of indifferent passers touched me more than him maybe. peace Although his life was so, so I could see a smile on that face. I went away, and I came up with the "scene of Bethlehem" by F.De Gregori. I do not know the verse "let me rest before I die," it seemed to me at the time. The truth is that I have to write about music of Francesco De Gregori, but I do not like to explain and make sense of what he writes. It is actually much more complex than it may seem. And I think the only question is to do that for me music is everything to me, everything checks to faces and things, places and people, the only music I give my past and the things most dear to cherish.
Thanks to the music of F.De Gregori I put it in the back pocket, always. I do not like listening to Sinatra with anyone, I only do it with my friend Valentina, she knows my mood swings, my home and my family, even better she knows the windows of my room. As a child I was always looking peace out behind the glass, I liked a lot, who knows what to expect and still look today. It 'a moment that I have not said for years. When I listen to Sinatra instead, I like to sit behind the glass. Those of the bus, those of my own home. So it was that in July 2013 before the Leonard Cohen concert, I met someone who gave me a book on De Gregori. If there's one thing I'll take that as a total lack of respect peace towards my person is when someone allows you to get closer peace to my life through De Gregori or Cohen. Home to almost go crazy. Even physically I salt the blood to the brain, begins to pull his left arm and move my neck. And I always wonder why, if I say first that bothers me people do not give me a straight. A Viale Fratelli Bonnet, peace I would like to live one day. I was looking house there in those days. And that's where I was given the book. I do appointments peace in places where I do not feel protected ones to me easily accessible. I read it too, but in short, the idea that someone had interfered sharing De Gregori gave me nausea almost every time I read one line. The problem is that in order not to be in these situations peace before anyone can take argument I specify "the man with whom I will share the music of Sinatra will be the father of my children." That to me is a life sentence. And they insist instead on time, in their stupidity, will argue in De Gregori us into treaties on the songs. I will not tolerate. The chat over coffee discussing De Gregori and De Andrè I find really peace absurd that those coffee while watching I felt like banging my head on the lamp posts in the streets. In reality, this person I loved his smile. And just look at his smile I had explicitly asked you not to speak more than De Gregori.Invece he insisted, and instead peace of talking to me quoting the songs of De Gregori.Rimane still a mystery, as to why a man was hiding behind the words of another man. I maintain that you can not afford a coat and feel cold, walk with the jacket you have. Before my eyes rimar
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