Guccini Francesco
Parnassius Guccinii
Song For Silvia
F.Guccini
The sky of America is a thousand skies above a continent;
The sky of Florida is one rag that is wet with light blue,
but the sky there in prison is not sky, it is something that covers
the day and the day after and yet another always with the same nothing.< br/>And outside there is a road to infinity, long as hope,
and around there is a ragged village, motels, churches, houses, flowerbeds,
swamps where once now far away the Seminole dominated,
but around the prison there is a desert where the wind often dances.
Many years have passed, and many more that are still to pass,
in days and days and days that make months that make years and bitter years;
What's left for Silvia there in prison? All she has to do is look
America in the eye, smiling with her clear, clear eyes.
Yes, America is great and it is powerful, everything and nothing, the good and the
cities with skyscrapers and slums and nostalgia for a great yesterday,
advanced technology and on the horizon the horizon of the pioneers,
but sometimes the horizon only has a federal prison.
America is a statue that welcomes you and symbolizes, white and pure,
freedom, and from above, proud, it embraces the whole nation,
for Silvia this statue only symbolizes prison
because America is now afraid of this little Italian girl.
Fear of the different and the opposite, of those who fight to change,
fear of the ideas of free people who suffer, make mistakes, hope ;
Nation of bigots, now I ask you to let it return,
because it is not possible to lock up ideas in a prison.
The sky of America is a thousand skies above a continent
/>but the sky doesn't exist locked up there, it's just a doubt, or an intuition;
I wonder if there are ideas that make it worth staying there in prison,
and Silvia has never killed anyone and he has never stolen anything.
I wonder what he thinks in the morning when he finds the sun next to him,
or how he manages to chase away his great nostalgia between those walls,
or when a downpour in the suddenly breaks the monotony,
I wonder what Silvia is doing now while I sing it slowly here.
I wonder but I can't imagine it; I think of this strong woman
who still fights and hopes because she knows that now she will no longer be alone.
I see her with her t-shirt on, with the words written on it
that always ignorance it's scary, and silence equals death.

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