Wish you Were Here

Due sere fa mio figlio di 3 anni mi ha chiesto dove fosse mia madre. Ho risposto che è morta. 24 anni fa. A lei per essere sinceri non penso spesso ma oggi voglio dedicarle questa, per tutte le volte che non l'ho pensata e per tutte quelle che non la penserò...fino al prossimo incontro.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part
in the warfor a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

(Pink Floyd, Wish you were here)