From diamonds nothing is born ... From 
E 'was a weekend lightning hit and run in Salem.
And I realize I'm still in a strange limbo: I stop for two days and I Magone when the allotment, I stop for ten days and I can not wait to go back to Milan. I guess feelings are common in those who leave their homeland for work requirements.
But I will not talk about this. What I meant is that for luck last night, on my return, I turned on the TV and I was able to enjoy an excellent special on Tg1 Fabrizio De Andrè.
culinary terms I used no accident, my relationship with De Andrè is morbid, visceral, instinctive. He has deep roots, going to arrange themselves parallel to those of the relationship with my father.
In my house, since my birth, Faber has never stopped singing, I often imagined that they had Marinella's song as a lullaby. A bit 'more difficult to imagine my father would have been to interpret it, mostly for his singing ability.
But love for De Andrè did not explode immediately, at first it was for me a friend fragile, fragile friend from the mean, distant and difficult to understand, as well as was fragile and tenuous relationship with my father until the dawn of my twenty years or so. Indeed, the fact that my father has always listened to De Andrè, caused me a sense of repulsion during adolescence.
Then something happened, I could not describe exactly what, maybe my brain has just begun to operate properly, or rather in the way that I believe is right, maybe my father began to move backwards on some of its dogmas Perhaps I started listening to De Andrè seriously, but what matters is that some cards have changed positions and the new arrangement has allowed me to see things differently. My father has ceased to be, for me, a gorilla silent while Faber took a seat in the front row in my very limited personal and Hall of Fame. I found myself in front, clearly with the right proportions, two friends, two examples to follow, not two perfect beings, but people in whom I could identify several sides of my young personality.
The moment you discover you have the points still count on is enlightening, it's like seeing the sea at the bottom of one of the many alleys of the old town of Genoa, where even the whores smells good. From that moment on, change the outlook, most of his life Previous resets and an hourglass is turned upside down. It happened to me more than twice, I'm a lucky man.
... the flowers arise from manure
apathy increases with AFA, I can not for a week and I will not do anything. Right now I wonder how I can keep my eyes open in front of the video. Jobs 
