Come quando tuo padre ti chiese il disco dei Pink Floyd per fare un audiovisivo.

E lì hai capito che anche gli adulti imparano dai figli (ormai tardo adolescenti), e li guardano ancora con lo stupore intatto, di quando erano piccoli, per quello che portano a casa, musica, pensieri, stimoli …

Regalando loro così una grande possibilità, imparare pur insegnando. Lasciti importanti.

Grazie M.F.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.