Linsay Dawn Mckenzie,uk

Sardinia I would like is that of normal people.

Sardinia I would like is that of normal people.

That those like me who can not swim but watching the sea with passion and respect. Of those who love the sea and the murmur of the surf have fear drawing inner peace. Sardinia is made of sounds that I would like to chew and digest the present. It 's done by language and Arabic words, Greek, Latin, Catalonia, Aragon, Genoa. It 's the sound of the melisma and the memory of childhood poetry contests during the feast of St. Sebastian with the old and slow to leave home to go to the streets with straw chair and listen to Zizi Pazzola. Sardinia I would like is the sound of the wind that brings the enemy but yes that sweeps the sky in three days and this becomes clear and blue, among the gleaming granite and juniper trees in the emerald green of the sea.
Sardinia is an island that I would open and without boundaries. Without dry-stone walls which can outline the imaginary geography that is in our mind.
It 's a Sardinian sailors, sometimes solitary and sometimes in racing. Of artists and dreamers they think, talk and sing to the sound of the sea and winds blowing in bringing the world of comparison and multi-religious dialogue, intercultural and multiethnic. I
that Sardinia was made of chants and melodies that flow from the past of our ancestors, to be developed reweave today and into tomorrow. Infinite chants and melodies woven by the wisdom of one who has his hands into the earth and those who have spotted the fingers in contact with the books of the University or notebooks as my father's campaign writes that when it rains. Chants and melodies woven endless stories of who writes and who strikes with a chisel but also by those unexpected rhymes in limba new languages \u200b\u200bor imagine the sounds of rap and jazz. I would like
Sardinia Lastly, without borders and languages. Able to talk to the real heart and eyes of those who do not want to hide behind the Sardinian Mori heralded of the four to the four winds.
It 's a Sardinia hungry that I'd like, but not for bread. With a swollen belly around a mesa and laden at the center of a large room where everyone brings their favorite dish and where you can eat with your hands and feet, with cutlery or chopsticks. And where those who do not want to eat and drink without having to deal with the poor wounded pride of the violent. A
Sardinia always hungry ... but not for food. Instead of curiosity and knowledge. Justice and peace. Of fellowship, music and sounds to bite but especially people who still loves the murmur of the surf in the sea and sees the whole world, sailing with the thought.

Paolo Fresu