"And the boat that flew in the sky
that children were still playing
I would have given the whole sea
vedermeli just to get there.
For the poet who can not sing
for the worker who no longer has his job
for those twenty years, and if they are to die
in a desert like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls
defending a book, a real book
so good to cry in the streets
because they are killing the thought.
To the bastard who is always sun
for the coward that hides the heart
for our memory thrown away
by these gentlemen of the pain.
Call still love
call always love
this cursed night
will even finish
because from here we will fill the
music and words.
Call still love
in this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remain a single man.
Call still love
call still love
always call me love.
Because the ideas are like butterflies
you can not take away the wings
because the ideas are like stars
not go out the storm
because ideas are rumors of mother
who thought they had lost
and are like the smile of God
in spit of this universe.
Keep writing life
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
that is so true in every man.
Call still love
because we love. "
Roberto Vecchioni
Sometimes anger over Italy that not as we would like or for a world that is not as we would wish, is not enough.
It takes a lot more.
This is one of the most beautiful songs ever written, text and music.
I think that best represents everything we want and all we really need.
"Defending this humanity, but there is only one man."
The scorched earth of our reality is the other: a dying town day after day, values \u200b\u200bthat are stoned every day, young people who study and who find themselves begging for a job day after day , girls who disappear day after day, children who are used to correct the mistakes of Adult day after day, people who talk about everything on TV without knowing what he's talking about. Day after day.
know what's up?
I wish that tomorrow, when I am about to enter the Juvenile Court, told me that there is more need because their parents have ceased to make war and children and young people are educated in ' love and with love.
I wish that tomorrow, when we talk about anorexia and eating disorders of all, people knew well what they are talking about, without filling the mouth of doing good or prejudices, especially if you have a microphone in hand and is talking in front of millions of people.
I wish that tomorrow the real problems are addressed, without seeing a fight on the comfortable red armchairs, while outside there is an Italy that dies.
tomorrow I wish young people like me had this to build without a soul debt to pay for their training.
Italy tomorrow I would not be a democratic republic based on the recommendations, ranging from mild to more widespread.
Today if you're not a friend of this and that (but a friend like you should!) Must come home dead tired in the evening while you wonder what will happen you.
And in the meantime, your dream is just waiting to be put on the right track.
But still not the time.
I wish today was a present worth living ... "spit in this universe."
And perhaps there is, for those who wait ... and built like me. Why are we
"the smile of God" ... and "we love."
"Call me ... call me again love always love" ... yes I would also like this.
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