Una boccia di pesci tra Matisse e i Pink Floyd

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears.



Chissà se i Pink Floyd e Matisse avevano la stessa idea in mente? Per la serie, collegamenti improbabili tra arte ed emozioni :)