Terrible
went Monday 15.
Post-Requiem a great music.
left us without saying goodbye
enough. You, poet of space, artilugista earthly found the Olympus in the banal, as necessary, or very little at a time. Shine on high, you become at that great gig in the sky, we talked.
got your little school of architecture with an interest in jazzy blues. But you enroll with a group of children burned to make space music. While little crazy Syd skyward as soon as possible, had to fend for their own way. For some time luciste you, what chords, which melodies, lyrics so beautiful. The small group of children oxidized low England grew to be a mega band, but with much to give, much to burn yet.
Meddle was foreboding, a cochinadita called Dark Side of the Moon, led to the ether pure, how beautiful it is Us and Them and The Great Gig at the Sky, where you are more present. An album where all, a perfect album.
Then began the melancholy of little Roger, Syd album, an album to Orwell and colossal explosion between you and Lil 'Rog. You left the group, did your solo, you came back again but apart from everything. Maybe you thought that was too much rest after all the excitement, rest of fame, of conflict, become an isolated, create your wall, becoming a song.
A premature death, unexpected. Unknown to many was your evil, just saw you at Live 8, Dave concert, hoping to see you again soon shine. Too bad that all was over and I do not know if it was good or better in any case, your memory and your work are much larger. Adios
Rick, meanwhile promise and hack off your work freely, look at you with fixing the videos and make bad covers of your music. Back to my world a symphony directed by you.
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