You’ll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high
and don’t be afraid of the dark.
the end of the storm there’s a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you’ll never walk alone.

“Tutti quei monaci birmani che camminano per strada avvolti nelle loro tonache rosse. Fanno un fiume rosso. L’ho visto alla tele. bellissimo. Di, camminiamo anche noi.” – Bandini for Burma (via Wittgenstein)