“I must go down to the seas again…..”
Tornare ai mari, al volo.
Nuotare nell’aria, volare nell’acqua. E radicare radici in volo.
Ri-ascoltare di nuovo e di nuovo. Solo l’ascolto ci consente di trasformarci in quella terra dove le radici sono ponti e non catene o stampelle.
“Fra te e me”, qualunque tu sia, qualunque io sia, e qualunque noi siamo… Grazie.
artworks by Joan Augustine (1) and Pierre Marcel (2)
(post in progress)
boscoparlante 
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
words and music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said – no tress passin’
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me.
Adoro. ADORO I SOFFIONI!