With his butt exposed to a radiator, the singer-songwriter had drifted off...
Fabrizio
The first great discomfort a man experiences is at the moment of birth, when he transitions from water to air.
The second is when he realizes that his destiny is to die.
Some, then, live through a third: the discomfort of isolation.
(...) Why do I write? Out of fear.
Out of fear that the memory of the lives of the people I write about might be lost.
Or maybe just to be protected by a story, to slip into a story
and no longer be recognizable, controllable, blackmailable.
Fabrizio De Andrè
February 18, 1940 - January 11, 1999
For once, I didn't want to add anything of my own to describe the emotion of the Man-De Andrè, well depicted by the vivid poetry of this photo by Guido Harari from the book "E poi il futuro", Mondadori, 2001 and used inside the live LP with PFM.
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