"We are history, no one will feel offended, we are this lawn of needles under the sky. We are the story, mind you, no one is excluded. We are history, we are this waves in the sea, this noise that breaks the silence, this silence so hard to chew. And then you say "All are equal, they all steal the same way." But it's just a way to convince you to stay indoors when it is closed in the evening . But the story really does not stop in front of a door, the story gets inside the chambers, burning, and gives the story gives wrong reason. We are history, we who write letters, we who have everything to win, everything to lose. And then the people, (because it's the people doing the story) when it comes to choosing and go, I'll find them all with his eyes open, they know exactly what to do. Those who have read millions of books and those who can not even speak, and that is why the story gives the chills, because nobody can stop it. We are history, we are fathers and sons, we are, hello beautiful, we're leaving. The story has no hiding places, the story does not pass his hand. The story we us, let this dish of wheat ". Francesco De Gregori
0 comments:
Post a Comment