Blowin' in the wind

È un periodo di domande che mi pongono gli altri ma che mi faccio anche da sola.

Mi chiedo dove voglio andare, che cosa desidero, perché non sono soddisfatta, cosa mi rende felice, che cosa sto aspettando, cosa mi sta aspettando.

"How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind".