Franco Battiato – Manlio Sgalambro, vers. ingl. di La polvere del branco, musica di Franco Battiato in Franco Battiato, Open Sesame, 2013
Do you know Tulku Urgyen? Have you ever heard of him? Do you know the seekers of the truth? Have you ever heard of them? We believe we are free, but we are prisoners of invasive homes, that inhabit and make us impotent. We believe we are free, but we are prisoners, growing on an imaginary ship. The dust of the pack is arising mysterious and persistent.
We believe we are free, but we are slaves. Millions and millions of lost shadows. Noisily, we walk on the streets, raising dust. Millions of shadows, walking into nothingness.
I tell you nothing disturbs me, but you get on my nerves. I want to isolate myself and follow my destiny, because to die is like dreaming.
Pure, inaccessible and wrapt in a solitary shadow.
Impenetrable obscurity, intense, impervious, immense. He gave life to the gods and no man ever lifted their veil.
Millions and millions of shadows.