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See you in september!

I dreamed of Bob Dylan, last night.

I dreamed of Bob Dylan, last night. He was just outside the coffee bar where I used to go when I was I child, with his harmonica slung around his neck and his guitar in his hands. Then someone started to sing “I Shall be Released” (the line that goes “I see my life come shining from the west down to the east”). I started to sing too and soon everybody was singing. At this point Dylan raised his head, he looked surprised, and he was crying. He joined us, and we all ended up singing and crying together.

Oh, I was crying so badly, even when I woke up I was still crying.

Ho sognato Bob Dylan, stanotte.

Ho sognato Bob Dylan, stanotte. Era da Bufalini, il tabaccaio di Urbino dove andavo da piccolo. Con l’armonica al collo e la chitarra acustica, stile 63/64. A un certo punto qualcuno ha cominciato a cantare “I Shall be Released” (il punto in cui fa “I see my life come shining from the west down to the east”) e ho cominciato a cantare anch’io, e anche tutti quelli che c’erano si sono uniti a cantare in coro. Dylan allora ha alzato la testa, pareva sorpreso e stava piangendo. Ha cominciato a cantare e suonare anche lui e a quel punto stavamo tutti cantando e piangendo insieme.

Quando mi sono svegliato, stavo ancora piangendo. Mica lo so perché.