Neffa & I Messaggeri della Dopa
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THE REVIEW

Let me introduce you to a single, a song, a wonder, I leave it to you to find the perfect adjective... to describe 4 minutes and 48 seconds of pure poetry, where the words seem to glide on the track with too much, too much ease.

Neffa was waiting for the sun, he decided to write a few verses to represent his state of mind, a state of mind that belongs a bit to all of us, a journey between subconscious and conscious, joy and pain.... just close your eyes and listen to the flute in the background and the beat..eyes closed, lights off, you will notice that it's the head that moves, along with the heart, yes because instead of talking about trite and clichéd things, Neffa makes us notice that at the end of the tunnel there's a light... it's the light of the sun..he wants the sun..as I want it, as we want it.

The nostalgia of memories forms a web from which it is difficult to break free, but it's just a rain that wets you, from which you'll dry, while waiting for a better day, instead of locking yourself in a room... turn on the stereo, pump up the CD, and hope that the darkness of your days, the darkness of pain... disappears, leaving only the ashes of the past.

"Save me...shine and warm me...", Neffa seems almost to invoke a sun, a hope that seems never to arrive, a vision that gives chills but optimism at the same time, yes just like that, the voice..an optimistic voice, I would define it like this, a voice that sees a rosy future... free from the storm of errors and failures...

Few words, I know... few but good..I move the curtain, light a cigarette and I too wait for the sun...