Dear friends, I'm writing to you, this way I distract myself a little. And since you are so far away, I'll write to you louder. Since you left, there's big news: The old year's over by now, but something is still wrong here. People don't go out anymore, even on holidays, and some have put sandbags in front of their windows. And people don't talk to each other for whole weeks. So there's time enough for those who have nothing to say to do so.
But TV said that the new year will bring a change, and we're all waiting for that. There will be Christmas three times and party the whole day long. Every Jesus Christ will climb down from his cross, and the birds will come back, too. There will be enough to eat, and light the whole year, and even the dumb will speak, whilst the deaf already do. And people will make love, everybody the way they like. The priests will be allowed to marry, but only at a certain age. And without major trouble some people will disappear, maybe the too smart ones and the gooons of all ages.
You see, my dear friends, what I write and tell you, and how glad I am to be here right now. You see what I have to make up to laugh about all this and to go on hoping. And if this year passed in a moment, you see, my dear friends, how important it becomes that at this moment I be here as well.
The year that is coming will pass within a year. I am preparing myself. And that's the news.
This was written 44 years ago by Lucio Dalla (Caro amico,ti scrivo) . So let's go on hoping.
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