not think I can say, but I miss the summer. Being half Viking prefer the cold season, but it was enough to think of an album by Turin Brakes (the first, to be precise) to evoke in me memories and feelings tied to the summer, the power of music ...
For the record, I do not lack the "classic" that is thought recalling that for many (not me) is the most beautiful season of the year, a song, in fact, of Turin Brakes played at night with the window wide open, with a lit stick of incense and fresh evening accompanied by the sounds of crickets, preceded by a sudden storm unmistakable smell of asphalt in the rain, and the croaking of frogs and accompanying downpour of rain, a bike ride, lost in the heat and surrounded by fields of wheat, with Rem in the ears (the first album, however, those of "Talk About the Passion" and "know. Central Rain"), walks on the bank of the Savio Camera in hand, looking for new views and original photos, the Festival of San Giovanni, with its ethnic stalls and the way of magic, the smell of lavender wafting in the air; appetizers in the center in T-shirt and thongs, made from peanuts and spritz, being in the beach until late, when people start to go home and set the dark, which brings with it an atmosphere of calm, peace and melancholy, maybe having a chat with your friends on a ski by the sea and close their umbrellas, the beach volleyball until she was exhausted, after which I find myself covered up from head to toe nails, sunbathe on the beach, listening to ten songs in a row spaced da docce fresche e bagni refrigeranti; il profumo del doposole la sera davanti alla tv, con le spalle che bruciano e una bella birra fresca in mano.
Cose così, ma le uniche pensando alle quali mi manca quella stagione che da tempo considero la meno bella dell'anno. E mi stupisco sempre più del potere che la musica ha, di rievocare sensazioni e ricordi ai quali non si pensa mai. A volte basta ascoltare un disco per far riaffiorare di tutto...
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