23 years later, they returned. The trip was long, for all. Long and full of detours, of pauses and hesitations. It was not even certain that, eventually, there would be found. Despite the will, despite the desire to do so. Sometimes it happens that we lose sight of it, for no real reason. Without malice. Different choices, the temptation to try something new. Things like that.
We crossed every now and then. A little 'in passing, without much interest. A quick chat, how are you, so good. It hums something together, without much conviction. It seems that the aesthetic has taken over content, at some point. Some attitudes are all too whimsical, alternative. The attempt to make policy, to intervene on issues much bigger than a rock band, seem childish at times. Puerile. Clumsy. Someone may object that this is just a way to get publicity.
There is a bit 'all this is true and undeniable. To become a star you need to be pimps, Paraculo, one must know how to sell at every opportunity. It must be said in Rome that "we love Rome," in Monaco that "we love Monaco." We do not want to be anywhere else in the world, where we are at that moment the world is the best place to stay. Given the choice.
But sometimes we must let go. We must put aside the disappointment and malice, you have to pretend to be naive again, the honest and innocent. , Reset everything and start over. Why the wonder take precedence over any other feeling. We have to go back in time, back to being a bit 'more idealists and dreamers, go back to believe that feelings and emotions can, must, be able to change the world, things, our life. Listen again with a heart full of hope for the future of those words. Make them our own, to adapt them to what we live, we experience every day. Sing because they are our words, are what we feel, what we feel deep in my heart and soul into.
E ' a journey through time, the one where you realize that Mauritius has become taller than you and as you embrace and sing with him one of the first songs that U2 has known, also thanks to you, please review the small, determined and with all life ahead, to be tackled head on.
Sure, everything can be interpreted, read, understood in different ways, and who knows what is truth and what is the way in which these four lived these two evenings and all the time that has passed between one and another. I do not pretend to think that my point of view is better, and what better returns U2 and their emotions. Indeed. It 'an exercise that I do not care to do that would not add anything what made me try and try again. They are the means, after all, nothing more.
And if Bono does the pimp declaring his love for Rome and the Italians, what's the problem? Since the world began to exaggerate and declare their love in different ways and in striking ways, to feel loved and happy, why not a bit 'happier too. It 'a game of seduction and the game is also to be seduced into believing and those are words that ring out from that stage, to the general public who, day after day, crowds before the star.
Thankfully, then comes the music. The more powerful sound system, lights, more and more fascinating, a choreography that leaves little to chance, an impressive entrance to impress and intimidate, all these superstructures would not hold even a moment, as if it were not solid, the music. And the words, texts. The emotions. The voice has lost enamel, it is inevitable. Between Bono and a few pieces there is battle, he would tame irreducible as he always did, they seem to elude him, too difficult to interpret for those years after you discover a bit 'worn. Yet in the end, the climb is successful. With the trade of those who have learned, over time, to manage themselves. At least a bit '. The
you forgive the shortcomings, excesses, superficiality, the choices sometimes risky and sometimes incomprehensible, the desire to surprise and some pieces that do not know if you have to reward the honesty of those who pulls out whatever he has inside, without filters, or if you have to blame the inability to avoid putting anything in a disc comes to mind.
The exercise is simple in its difficulty. Everything is to believe that there is no malice in what they do. That wealth, comforts, conveniences, have not the slightest dent in the anger, the desire, the fire inside me. From a distance, from the lawn, there are times when it seems so real that it becomes indisputable. Can you believe that have not changed, that we have not changed, that age has beveled edges and has sapped the soul.
This justifies everything, even the emotion that at some point you moisten your eyes.
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