Today is February 18th birth of deceased Fabrizio de André.
A poet with mind that read life and surpassed it all. He wrote a lot about revolution against hypocrisy but his love related stories were so depressive and strange. Song Andrea has been in mind lately and I still don't understand the lyrics:
and Andrea lost, lost the love
the rarest pearl
and Andrea has sorrow in his mouth, in his mouth
the darkest pearl.
Andrea picked, picked violets
by the sides of the well
Andrea was throwing black curls
in the well’s ring
the bucket told him: “Sir,
the well’s deep
deeper than the bottom of the eyes
of the night of tears".
He said: "it’s enough for me, it’s enough for me if it is
deeper than me".
He died 11 Jan 1999, a very odd and perhaps blessed time given the symmetry of numerology.