Flight plan, a title but also a promise.

Flight plan, a gift.

I’ve already told you about these special birthday presents,  I’ve already told you about these concerts with my brother and sister-in-law, with all the heart. 

This time the “flight plan” was to return to Novara, at Teatro Coccia.

The “pilot”, as always more precise than a Swiss watch, started singing at nine p.m. sharp going on until after midnight, without drinking, without pause, without tiredness.

The Ten Fingers we know, games of light and so much to tell.

Flight is lightness, and immediately “the little wings that learn to fly” are all those who listen and become glider hearts.

Flight is freedom, the ability to laugh at oneself and consequently also at one’s audience. Blessed irony.

But most of all I want to tell you about the opportunity to be so close that you can unmistakably see the face of a happy artist.

You can’t fake smiles like that: the first to have fun was him, with all his years of music and jewel-like lyrics, amused among the people and fully satisfied with singing, nothing else.

Do you ever feel that way?

George Bernard Show wrote happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby.

Difficult?
Very difficult. But not impossible.

These are the words of a slightly lesser-known song:

Never ever be afraid
Of being afraid
This journey is an adventure
The illusion of a mirage
But you swear you have courage
And that you will always care
Of your slightly wild heart
Now and while this blue rain lasts
Blue rain
Blue rain

What’s your flight plan?