Life is strange.
There is a thread that ties each of our choices and determines the course of events, that thread is the will (or at least I believe and hope) that allows us to live our life, to make of it what we want. Every choice we make determines factors that can, over time, also change our way of being, of thinking.
It is a fascinating thing, I do not deny that there are also many fears, but feeling free to choose our future is one of the things that excites me most and makes me feel alive.
Even small things can affect us in an absolutely decisive way: a single day spent with someone you love can help us find the joy of living, or help those in difficulty. In my case, Pink Moon by Nick Drake has enlightened my soul darkened by many disappointments, it has given me back the joy of living; yes, living, living knowing that there are so many wonderful things. Nick's voice penetrated my heart to touch the deepest strings of my soul, it motivated me immensely, it made me discover the pleasure of small things. The beauty that is in looking at the sky, in the wind that tousles my hair, in the smile of a girl. The pain is there, even Nick experienced it firsthand up until dying from it, but it is bearable, compared to the emotions that life gives us. Simple emotions, but ones that give me an unparalleled strength to live.
He taught me that the only way to live is to be content with what you have, and live it to the fullest, with as much love as possible. This album has made my life less trivial, less flat and gray. After just a few seconds, his voice, so sweet and visceral, was already inside of me. His voice and his splendid guitar comforted me, I traveled with them to wonderful places, places of solitude, but not lacking in love and passion. On the contrary, his heavenly singing brought me back to earth. It gave me confidence, because if he could do it alone, with the strength of his solitary spirit, then there is a spark in the heart of each of us, sometimes nearly extinguished, but I want it to shine.
As for the songs, I don't think any can be singled out because they are all excellent; they are the voice of Nick's depressed soul, suspended between anguishes, moments of sadness, and emotional outbursts, rich in beauty and passion. And from that day on, I live a little better, with his music in my head telling me: "Come on, you can do it", and I believe a little more in myself.
Listening is not enough.
I listen to Pink Moon and embark on a journey at the end of my little night.
"'Pink Moon' is the story of a defeat but also represents a victory."
The image is one of free fall, into the void, without a parachute. But there’s no pain, no suffering, you simply let yourself be carried away.
I recognize that fantastically acoustic guitar, that familiar and unknown voice, beautiful and dangerous, perhaps the right thing at the wrong time?
Tears are the blood of the soul.
"Pink Moon is just like a sad phone call that goes deep inside you and injects you with a form of profound melancholy."
"Nick Drake is the almost extinguished ember burning in the coal of a fireplace, but that will never fully go out."
That night, that damned night, I wanted everything to end. To never look anyone in the face again, neither pain, nor myself.
The face was pink and round like a moon, a scarred, frightened, and distraught moon, the mouth a river of bright red, the eyes two gray puddles forgotten by God.