By F Guzzardi
Lou Reed is dead and I feel more and more alone in this world, I do not know if you noticed, when Celebrity goes away, we lose a piece of our memories, a piece of our history - it is as if a sudden you decompose all the pieces of yourself.
We leave to go to a rhetorical "Good times" or "Those were real artists." In reality we were only more young and not so happy, I mean .. just like now with some ailment in most, the rest are never aged, because `it always happens to dust off the guitar locked in the basement along with the jacket style of sixty-eight years and playing four keys of Lou Reed or in the worst cases to the Battisti - Mogol (Italian singer), without shame, perhaps lowering them by two or three tones because the voice is inevitably most cavernous but with the same emotions.So the real news is about us, our life, because is totally thanks to this people if we are surviving in the world, yes! Thanks to the dreams and to the poets who have made us dream, crying, complaining, but also love and contemplate the beauty of the sound and the magic enchantment that creates an entry in which of the melodic line with our thoughts. What other magic enchantment may give us the lives eternal, profoundly engaging, and that is with us for a lifetime, without fatigue and with the same exuberance of when you were 20 years old and maybe you did not believe in God, but you used to love Lou Reed and his Sweet Jeane .