Modà
Via d'uscita

There you are, finding yourself at one in the morning in your drunk friend's car as he plays you a song, "favola" the knight and the princess, you want to move but are stuck from the high, listening and facing the journey without ever being able to recover, who had ever heard of Modà until now? Who are they?

"I wish I could be the ray of sunshine that wakes you up every day to make you breathe and live from me, I wish I were the first star you see shine every evening so that your eyes know that I am watching you and that I am always with you."

And so, still in that car, you start to appreciate the little things, the small gestures that a man makes, those little gestures better than big ones, those natural small nuances, so you set out a path to follow, a road to travel, like the knight in the woods you will take the road in search of your princess. Once out of the song's atmosphere, you think you have a friend who collapses on your balcony, another who sleeps on the couch talking to himself, and another friend by your side who is completely drunk, and you know that if he drives the car you'll surely have a great accident. So, you think, "if I really have to die at this point, I'll do it drunk, high, and listening to Modà, on a night where I rode my white horse and my princess awaited me by a waterfall where the air was as pure as the heart of that girl who sang... nananananananana."

ded: Saturday night's mess with Alex