A night for those who like to walk. The touch of a gentle wind. A few stars shimmering in the sky.
Tens of thousands of people waiting for something in the relative silence under the lights.
Then the lights go off. And the silence is no more. It’s music time. It’s her energy flowing through the crowd. It’s the old and the new, it’s the whisper and the shout, it’s the lady and the tramp, it’s the virgin and the bitch, it’s the love and the hatred, it’s the tolerance and the border of insanity. And for a strange moment, a tribute to the music of the King, still more loved than the one we hear now. Thousands of hearts and minds stand united by the music.
And as sudden as it has begun, the game is over. The stars are above us once more. And the people start flowing on the streets, in the sweet end-summer night.
The night and the silence cover everything. And the time passes. And the night passes.
A curve, like the unending horizon of a beautiful island …
A point, like a bird in the sky …
A line, like the first ray of light of a nascent sun …
A butterfly shimmering in the light like a thousand stars …
A morning, like there’s no tomorrow …
A new day, with a new memory.
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