Last night I had a dream. I was in the 70s, in London. I walked with my leg pants, leather boots and knitted flowers along Abbey Road. The sun warmed so soon .. I had spent the night in a local drinking Guinness with friends after the concert of Jethro Tull. I walked .. but did not bother me in the future ...(" a flower child does not think about tomorrow " citation by nomads) .. I was already close to the pedestrian crossing on which the Beatles were immortalized (album cover Abbey Road 1969) to my left I saw a dress shop. I approached from the tissues and attracted by the smell of marijuana that came out, and it was there. She had always been there. The writing was beautiful and premonitiva. The '70s were in full Rock'nRoll, but felt that there were already some sounds little would have done everything to come out. Sounds dirty, empty, mixed with lack of expression and technique have made the soundtrack to the entire following decade. ( But I knew this because I was still dreaming and I know how things went ..). I was 25 years old, was until 1973, had just released the first self-titled album of Queen, had just been inaugurated on the World Trade Center and I had just bought my new shirt with the word " Rock'n Roll Will Never Die." ...