niño

venerdì, gennaio 26, 2007

The vision

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while
I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence. [P.Simon]

La mattina - 3 ore dopo - coda caos auto voce strade, suona così. Direttamente dal 1964, quando i cellulari non c'erano e le parole correvano più silenziose.