Flight

John Denver ci ha lasciati 19 anni fa. Aveva 53 anni, la mia età di adesso. Ha preso ancora una volta il suo aereo ed è volato via. Per l’ultima volta. Ma lo immagino, un po’ fuori strada, un po’ troppo in alto, a saltellare sui monti della luna dove sarebbe voluto andare e non è andato mai.

Io oggi lo celebro attraverso le parole della sua canzone “Flight”.

Flight

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the sky on laughter silvered wings.
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things.
I’ve wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there I’ve chased the shouting winds aloft
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
The higher we fly, the farther we go, the closer we are to each other.
The darker the night, the brighter the star, in peace go my sisters and brothers.

Up, up, the long delirious burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark nor even eagle flew and while with silent lifting mind I trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God.
The higher we fly, the farther we go, the closer we are to each other.
The darker the night, the brighter the star, in peace go my sisters and brothers.