Geodisney

Il sentire dimenticato non ha valore: è canzone cantilenata in due frasi del ritornello, che, solo, suonano bene. E poi, cosa?  Una prigionia senza processo e senza sentenza; con l'unica preoccupazione della regolarità dei pasti.  E si muore in silenzio, passato da poco il mezzogiorno, in "un forte rumore di niente". Muore piano l'uomo che non ha sentire. Più piano ancora, quello che non ha memoria. E pago il pane dieci centesimi il pezzo, al supermercato. A volte mi siedo sul pavimento di casa, per riprendere la prospettiva.

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. (Invictus - William Ernest Henley - 1875)

There once was a musical troupe A pickin' singin' folk group They sang the mountain ballads And the folk songs of our land They were long on musical ability Folks thought they would go far But political incompatibility led to their downfall Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear was a Methodist This musical aggregation toured the entire nation Singing the traditional ballads And the folk songs of our land They performed with great virtuosity And soon they were the rage But political animosity prevailed upon the stage Well, the one on the right was on the left And the one in the middle was on the right And the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license Well the curtain had ascended A hush fell on the crowd As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land But they too...