J.J Cale / Call Me The Breeze

JJ was from Friuli, everyone knows that.
You can see it in his face, in his gaze, in his words.
We are extremely sensitive people who, however, are a bit ashamed of being so: that's why we either talk a lot - like in my case - or we talk little.
But never aimlessly.

Here, the breezes would break your bones, and the oil would freeze in the cupboard.
Here, it was REALLY cold in winter and just as hot in summer.
Here we were born disillusioned, with a unique self-irony, a trusted travel companion.
Here, we don't take ourselves seriously, but we make it seem like we do.
Here, we don't teach: we listen and learn. Especially from the know-it-alls to do the opposite.

The great JJ Cale: a person I would have loved to share some silence with.