Dear John,
almost forty years have passed since I drove on the wrong train, but when this was more than six hours in that sun does not decide to warm up, with your voice and your words and your soul, and that crooked smile? Almost forty years, and things have changed is that, at least not for the better. Almost forty years, and would certainly disappointed but not surprised. Why you always knew that your ideals and your hopes have not understood them all, maybe none. Yet the performance was not covered, right? Why are you always been a dreamer. But see, you were right: you were not and are not alone. Maybe one day everyone will understand, perhaps we will be always with four losers lost their heads around to the usual arrangements.
Now, I hope that from where you are is faring better than we do down here. So they do not approve, but the belief that the '60s and '70s were better left to me. But I must say that, above all, I regret not having shared with you within a year of this land. Although I have not seen your step, though, I feel that you were here. Not far away and remote entity, you are so real that I could almost get kicked. To say, I feel your presence in the tingling air. Because, although I have not the faintest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat to think about the "after", I'm sure that whoever goes not ever go away completely. There is always, not for everyone: for those who loved him, maybe. And you're always been there for me, the first time I have - I swear by mistake - unbeaten in 'Imagine'. Are present since, even childishly surprised by my expression.
As a guide, a father, a friend.
not matter that it has taken years to get close to your music seriously, even more to understand your message (and I firmly believe that some things I did not understand even now) to say that I enjoyed everything right; means that it was a really important thing, though after realizing it would be a long and tiring I did not let it go, let me say that still surprises in the future, it means you go on in my ongoing discovery.
I'll try to be here in my small way, to make things better. Sometimes I think a bit 'too big on time and I get sound of blows, but nonetheless I do not give up. How you taught me is tu.Non easy, however, know this. It never was and we knew it all along, but now less than ever.
Well, I did not say it, but missing. Probably, people do not realize really what the fuck we miss you. Miss you all: who really believes in you, those who say without thinking, the hypocrites who pretend to miss you, anyone who has not even made a face because he felt the loss too large to be displayed. It can not be otherwise miss everyone, even those who did not have the faintest idea. Deprive the world, because you needed it. The missing because someone like you is not never Passaro from here.
We miss you, John: that's why we can not give up and wallow in pain, screaming hide behind it that we are only victims. You never would have done.
Happy Birthday, John.
Shine on. You who can.
L.
