“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
