Me eshte dashur te perdor termin "super" per te shprehur dashurine time per kete gjurme. Historike. Nje perle nese duam te zvogelojme impaktin qe ka patur per nje gjenerate te hedhur ne mes te ngjarjeve me ne prag revolten e atyre viteve.
Po nese e trasportojme sot kuvendin, bejme fjale per nje ringjallje (jo vetem muzikale!), a valle force rinore qe ngren kryet dhe dashuron (ne pamje te pare) si demode, po me parime te perhershme ne fakt, te ngulitura me shume se kurre ne ndjenje e thjeshtesi te humbur, bashkim perpjekjesh dhe improvizim autentik etj... Pasqyre e atij/asaj qe donim te ishim ne te perditshmen "sociale".
Pa frike, nuk etiketohesh si nje figure e majte radikale, po perkundrazi shquhesh per gusto, stil dhe nje botehapje aq te kerkuar sot nga cilido me dy pare mend ne koke...
Shpetimi na vjen nga dashuria si ngahera; asgje te re, po vetem tinguj qe shkundin. Me gjithemend!
Te tundemi nen ritmin e kesaj gjurme eshte vetem fillimi dhe, me besoni, minimumi ku veten ta leshojme...
Diana Ross imponohet si mit i pavdekshem!
My world is empty without you, babe
My world is empty without you, babe
And as I go my way alone
I find it hard for me to carry on
I need your strength
I need your tender touch
I need the love, my dear, I miss so much
My world is empty without you, babe
My world is empty without you, babe
From this old world I try to hide my face
But from this loneliness there's no hiding place
Inside this cold and empty house I dwell
In darkness with memories I know so well
I need your love more than before
I can hardly carry on anymore
My world is empty without you, babe
Without you babe, without you babe
My mind and soul have felt like this
Since love between us no more exist
And each time that darkness falls
If finds me alone with these four walls
My world is empty without you, babe
Without you babe, without you babe
Without you babe, without you babe
Without you babe, without you babe
Without you babe
