Thirty years . It seems like yesterday when I, in the bar-chalet in the snow in Punta Helbronner in Valle d'Aosta, I heard the radio announcing the death of John Lennon , assassinated in New York. It seemed impossible. Who might want the death of the founder of the "fab four ? What sick mind may close forever the voice and inspiration of one of the most prolific writers of the century? Then, listening to the details, finding the bitter end of a period, an entire generation grew up in " Please Please Me" and "Twist and Shout . It was therefore December 8, 1980 when the ten and twenty days ago, Mark David Chapman , 25 years old Honolulu, cold with four gunshots John Lennon, while he, with his wife Yoko Ono, returned home from a recording session of the album "Walking on the tin ice" to the Rekord Plant Studio. No explanation from the murderer, when the caretaker of the building, recalled from the noise of gunfire all'assassinino shouted: " Do you know what he did?! "The response of the crowds was succinct:" Sure , just killed John Lennon. " That was it, then, in the cold hallway of the Dakota Building overlooking the 72nd street, the life of John Lennon. Rhetoric is not to say that his presence is still alive more than ever. What would otherwise that world of feelings that still, after so many years, try listening to his songs? Nostalgic dreamers? Who knows. After all a dream we just let Lennon through one of his finest compositions: "You May Say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope some day youll'join us, and the world will live as one " ...
(written by Gericus)
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