
Ascoltarla è stato un piccolo miracolo. Come se tutto l'universo si fosse concentrato in un punto, e avesse trovato il suo equilibrio fra la tristezza, la musica, la fede. C'era una voce limpida, cruda, pulita, netta. Un accompagnamento scarno. Le strofe narravano una vicenda dall'andamento circolare. C'era una bellissima, dolente armonia. E la canzone era "Hallelujah", di Jeff Buckley.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah