"Hello darkness, my old friendI've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brain,Still remainsWithin the sound of silence". ("The Sound of Silence”, Simon & Garfunkel) Cosa ne è della mente di un uomo quando l’oscurità in cui è immerso... Continua a leggere →