had only a pretext, an occasion.
a song.
So it was, in fact. Actually, over the years I knew that somehow I had to pull off certain thoughts (perhaps we should call them "weights").
Eventually the fateful occasion presented itself in the form of musical ground written by Teo good, just thrown into me and the other guys in the band.
The melody I came out immediately, as if in fact the notes I had written me (it must be said in this connection that I can barely play the intercom, imagine a musical instrument). That too was a sign.
For a couple of weeks, however, I felt a strength within me, that I ever had when I had to express thoughts or feelings particular - in all except one person, to be precise. There was still that freedom, that lightness that makes you open, without shame, without any worries.
I decided to trust myself, and the fact that I and only I could find the right way to create the best, with the right words, and set to music all the months of walking, night and travel with the head elsewhere.
The result satisfies me enough. Let me be clear, not words - are anything but a lyricist, with the bad Italian culture that I find myself - but I made the effort to throw them on a sheet, for the desire to get involved, to open myself as I had not yet done.
Now there is the child hurry to sing, record, second to oil the voices, countermelodies, bridges and reach to remove the text from the hand, close your eyes and "sing" a bit '.
The bulk is done, the hardest part.
Now that you've carved the mountains, you just have to go through the gallery, and enjoy a new horizon.
We "feel" then, hopefully soon.
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