Dedicata agli operai e alle operaie dell'estate.

Con queste giornate a settantacinque gradi all'ombra, capita spesso di mattina di recarsi al mare come in montagna e notare lungo la strada lavoratori e lavoratrici spaccarsi la vita su cantieri e campi di terra. Formale o meno, a loro tutta la mia solidarietà. E questa celebre canzone di Springsteen, che pure ha segnato una fase della mia vita (seppur solo con una notte balordissima): 

Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work

Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt

Some heading home to their families, some looking to get hurt

Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts

I work for the county out on ninety five

All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by

In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss

Someday, mister, I'm gonna lead a better life than this

Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop

Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop

Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock

Working on the highway, working on the highway

Bruce Springsteen - Working on the Highway (live da Verona, 1993)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MadqClezV2w