SI arrived at San Siro on a scooter, distracted, as if I were going to see a any singer for me, getting lost the first songs. On the other hand, what occupies you in life contributes to making you cold, but then once inside the stadium it is everything changed. I felt again how beautiful it is to sing Sally to the sky. I jumped up Moody Sunday not caring about the damaged meniscus. I understood, while she was doing them, why she included them in the setlist The end of the millennium And It doesn’t take muchsongs that I had never heard him do live, because they were after you and they talk about today’s times, against those who want us to live an increasingly artificial, automatic, dystopian life. I enjoyed it when on Rewind the girls took off their bras. It always happened in Vasco’s concerts. How beautiful the breasts, how beautiful the freedom. How beautiful the truth, the sincerity. Pasolini he said: “What matters first and foremost is the sincerity and the necessity of what must be said. It must not be betrayed in any way.” Vasco said this to me before Pasolini. And unlike others, unlike many, I have it really believed. Then, towards the end, he enters the scene Diego Spagnolithe stage manager, introduces the band and does his thing preachabout life, about love, about Vasco, one show on the show, a pagan ritual in the pagan rite. He raised me too. Now we write to each other on Instagram and talk on the phone. The more you are yourself the more magic it happens. Diego says what I experienced tonight, that in Vasco’s songs we saw each other again, we reflected, we remembered those who are no longer among us. And we cried. I cried. But what is necessary? rejoice why all this feelall of this livedeserves ours Love. And I look with wonder scroll all the words of Vasco’s songs on the wall, like a river, a waterfall, an avalanche of words and in the end there is clear dawnand I just want to go away, because I too, like him, can’t stand him goodbye, that I also curse myself, I send myself off, I can’t stand myself, me first, and I look at all the words written by Vasco, how much he produced, how much he gave, how much noise and ultimately, I think, this is what we must leave in our lives where the angels do not arrive, where you suffer, feel bad, miss those who are not there and continue to love those who remain: a beautiful noise. Just a nice noise. Listen to that beautiful noise.
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