Forse c’entra poco… ma è pur sempre una linea di fuga. Pima una poesia, semplice, perciò bella…
In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?
(R. L. Stevenson)
E poi un gran video. Buon Agosto!