Di Corinne Vosa “And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time ‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to find I’m not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I’m a rocket man Rocket man Burnin’ out his fuse up here alone” Luci, colori, magia. Solitudine, dolore, malinconia. Reginald... Continua a leggere →