Ti dirò – ma già sai
l’ansia ed il perdere peso
con il pugno di una volta
stretto alla penna
e la sacra scrittura
che diventa poesia.
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(Okemah, 14 luglio 1912 – New York, 3 ottobre 1967)
“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built. I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work.”
But I’ll remember these two good men
That died to show me how to live.