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fairy's voice

This poem is dedicated Two great artists who were able to move me during a concert.
I tried, though in a bad way to bring back the emotions I felt at that concert.
I hope you enjoy it.


Quell'impianto stereo
composed of only two speakers and two microphones,
transmits a voice and the sound of a guitar,
voice that does not bother even to the first row,
guitar accompanies the sweet and sincere.
Voice, warm voice,
like a sun of August,
guitar blends with voice and form a new instrument,
ripping tool applause at eleven o'clock at night, applause,
leave the room and go to influence the whole country ,
the hearts of all receives the heat,
heart trembles with excitement,
trembling from the heat, that voice and that guitar emanate.

Item night
in that theater,
small but crowded with people,
warms the soul, warms
,
moves his hands,
instinctively feel the need
,
to applaud, you feel the desire
screaming, shouting
, that share
that normally concerts,
is wasted,
is heard here, here you are in full
of your intellectual ability,
scream,
scream, scream like that million
d ' Haunting the stadium,
but this time it deserved,
not do it for fashion,
do not do to comply,
you do to prove that those two people are on stage,
had the magic power to move, you
,
made you cry, then cry
"good", trying to join
the applause, but can not do it, you would
flip down from the balloons full of American lighthouses showing that picture, you would like to take pictures even with the sound in your mind.
Voice,
warms like a fire, fire does not burn
,
indeed is there for you,
voice gets inside you,
knows exactly the way the heart, knows
hit,
with a light touch of magic hand ,
yes,
a concert,
concert,
like an arrow painted pink comes to your heart, and
does not kill you,
contrary, it gives you an electric shock that will charge
position that allows you to have clarity in your life,
life
that before meeting the two artists was incomplete
can now say that those two people have given you a shock,
one of those see it to school, it teaches you
,
Dante, Boccaccio, Pasture and life, the
life that does not have an instruction manual,
has no guardian angel, as you say
child, the reality is that
,
life is a very fine thread that we are hung, someone is already
Fallen
a friend,
fell,
was dropped, because his life
,
now
had no effect,
sense, you sense
,
everyone must have a sense, a practical way
,
a theoretical sense,
a sense that there is only one person, but still a sense
.
My sense is made up of many things, people, objects,
one thing is that voice, that voice
,
that voice out of that stereo system.
Voice,
it gets you straight to the heart,
always remember, wherever you go
,
that
have been able to do that action which is not always successful,
excite,
excite,
have filled the hall with a sound and a meaning,
not all artists can give to their profession.