Un film, un mito. La macchina da presa passa dall’inquadrare praterie dove alcuni cavalli corrono liberi allo scheletro di un ponte in acciaio, indugiando sulle nuvole e sui fili elettrici. La musica cambia radicalmente a sottolineare una frattura totale.

(Yeah)/(Sing a song, brother)/If the sun refused to shine, I don’t mind,  I don’t mind. (Yeah)/If the mountains fell in the sea, Let it be, it ain’t me. Got my own world to live through And I ain’t gonna copy you.

Una chitarra elettrica, un’ “acid-fueled blues” che ci incanta con l’immortalità del suo riff graffiante e distorto. Passano le immagini di una tranquilla cittadina americana, con le bandiere esposte ai negozi e poi, man mano indugia verso sobborghi sempre più poveri fino alle periferie della emarginazione sociale.

Now, if 6 turned up to be 9, I don’t mind, I don’t mind. If all the hippies cut off their hair, I don’t care, I don’t care. Did, ‘cos I got my own world to live through And I ain’t gonna copy you.

Le note continuano a girare simili a lunghi artigli che ti affondano nella pelle facendoti sanguinare.

Il film è Easy Rider, del 1966, scritto da Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper e Terry Southern. La canzone è di Jimi Hendrix, che oggi compirebbe 70 anni. È invece morto a 27 anni, nel 1970, lasciandoci la leggenda della sua musica.

Foto per oggi? Girovagavo in un weekend per San Francisco nel 2009 e sono andato a cercare le radici italiane nei quartieri a più forte connotazione, ma poi mi son perso nella celebrazione del Capodanno Chinese, ma questa è un’altra, lunga storia …


Discover more from VITA VISSUTA

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

Leave a Reply

Discover more from VITA VISSUTA

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading

Discover more from VITA VISSUTA

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading