COLLAGE

We all were small children in those days. We played football. In A.Ş. Villasor. After years (three) in college interned by Salesians (large religious group for young people). I was playing defense, I was the stopper. Meshes of the team were beautiful yellow and black colors. Ie: the sun and the sun off the peak. Something that is regenerated each day and is annihilated. Well, this team where we would play had a home. It was a sort of porch with walls of mud raw (Mexicans call adobe, instead we "ladiri".) With a jukebox. There were many laps 45 Anglo-Americans in those days that turned into the pot. We rather liked only one: Look at the sky (to look Toward the sky) Le Orme. That song kept and showed a lot of energy. Without electric guitars. With a lot of melody and rhythm. And small words where we all hoped we would recognize adolescents. "Waiting for the morning start (waiting for morning to re- iniazilize Ourselves). Or:

The joy of singing, the desire to dream the way to achieve what you have notLa gioia di cantare , la voglia di suonare il senso di raggiungere quello che non hai ecco un altro giorno come ieri , aspettare il mattino per ricominciare . La forza di sorridere , la forza di lottare la colpa d' esser vivo e non poter cambiare come un ramo secco , abbandonato che cerca inutilmente di fiorire . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . La maschera di un clown in mezzo a un gran deserto un fuoco che si spegne , uno sguardo verso il cielo uno sguardo verso il cielo , dove il sole � meraviglia dove il nulla si fa mondo , dove brilla la tua luce . here is another day like yesterday, wait until morning to start over. The strength to smile, the strength to fight the fault of 'being alive and not being able to change like a dry twig, abandoned trying in vain to flourish

The mask of a clown in the midst of a great desert a fire that has stopped, looked skyward a look into the sky where the sun wonder where nothing is done the world where your light shines.

This text seemed to speak to us and our hidden aspirations. But what we liked most was their music. With the mandatory moog and happiness going Hammond organ (or Farfisa?): Not sharp, sweet and sharp as a blade that makes you enjoy). But most of all was the sense of beauty and energy.