Franco Battiato he was 76 years old, and had been ill for some time. Songwriter, director, composer, painter, director, artist, teacher. He leaves us masterpieces and great teachings. What has been – and what will be – he wrote in a (beautiful) song from 2012, album open Sesame. Title, Will.
I leave impartiality to the heirs,
The will to grow and understand,
A fierce and indulgent look,
In order not to offend unnecessarily.
I leave my breathing exercises,
Christ in the Gospels speaks of reincarnation.
I leave the happy years to friends,
Of the most daring reflections,
The mutual freedom of having no ties
And I liked everything about my mortal life,
Also the smell that asparagus gave to urine
We never died,
We were never borne!
We never died,
We were never borne!
The lost time who knows why,
He never gets caught
Urban languages ​​are intertwined
And they get confused in everyday life.
You were not made to live like brutes,
But to follow virtue and knowledge
The idea of ​​the visible tempts, my hope awaits.
Hanging from bare branches, raindrops come off slowly,
While a magpie, on top of a cypress, looks on.
Too bad I can’t fly,
But the dark falls in the dark taught me to go back up.
And I liked everything about my mortal life,
We are never dead, and we are never born.
We never died,
We were never borne!
We never died,
We were never borne!
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