Narse

“This solitary hill has always been dear to me | And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of | The endless horizon. | But when I sit and gaze, I imagine, in my thoughts, | Endless spaces beyond the hedge, | An all encompassing silence and a deeply profound quiet, | To the point that my heart is quite overwhelmed. | And when I hear the wind rustling through the trees | I compare its voice to the infinite silence. | And eternity occurs to me, and all the ages past, | And the present time, and its sound. | Amidst this immensity my thought drowns: | And to flounder in this sea is sweet to me.” I dedicate this beautiful poem by the brilliant italian poet Giacomo Leopardi to a band who destroyed the rules of music to create a new spiritual dimension for people who knew how to listen. A band that enchanted people in concerts. Because you don’t go to a Pink Floyd concert: you live it and you feel it. A band that transformed pain in beauty. Just, thanks