"I first recall hearing that voice when I was 15. It was 1968. I had just seen the democratic national convention on the TV. The nightly news was bringing me the war in south east asia and assassinations and riots in this country. When i first heard dylan's voice i was put off: where did this guy get the idea that he could sing.? But then i listened. Here was someone who not only knew there was something wrong but was not afraid to say it. The words were there, and so was the voice: biting, incisive, sometimes sardonic, but it could also offer encouragement and succor. Here was a voice I had been looking for".

Yep, back when i was 14, in the summer of 76, i was looking myself for a voice, a voice that could offer me encouragement and succor. I been listening to this voice for the next 27 years because I'm still looking, in my troubled life, for such a voice.

Its been a good trip until now, and I'm thankful to you, mr Dylan.

In a little more than 24 hours you'll be crossing the border with my country once again, like you did so many times since that end of May 1984, when I was able to see you on a lonely stage for the very first time. Its been a good trip on the road for all those years, for both of us: you barely disappointed me, still alone on that stage, and when I was able to meet you on some dirty backstages here and there across my country, it was always meeting a true gentleman, ready to give all of yourself for your audience. I always had the feeling, when I met you on the way from your lonely dressing room to the stage, while refusing to meet anybody, including some musicians friend of you that was waiting outside your dressing room that you were acting that way because you needed the most complete 'segregation' to concentrate on your soon next show, not cause you dont like to meet people. You're not that kind of rockstar of my ass, no you're not.

No, i wont be coming to look for you again in the backstage this time, i'm not that crazy kid who was inventing the most absurd stories to get a backstage pass, hell i have two children now...

In a few days I'll be there once again, in the audience of course, but i have a bad feeling this time. Like this could be our last time around. In the last two years i was so disappointed by your performing arts. Me, that i always laughed to whom I used to call idiots: the 'idiots' that criticized you at Newport 65, the 'idiots' who criticized you during the gospel shows... the idiots like me who are critizing you now cause you play that damn casio keyboards or because you persist to perform every night even with no voice left. But i gues its ok: every road tend to slip, soon or later... It might be the time to strike another match and start a new?

Damn you, mr Dylan!

"People pick me apart. Either they like me or they slam me. I get put down a lot but I dig it when they slam me for some odd reason" (Bob Dylan, 1964).

I guess I'm one of those idiots now who are slamming you down, these days. We both grow up together: me, from a kid to a man, you from a man into an old man, if i may so, mr Dylan.

Like so many people, i grew up with bob dylan but "dylan is larger than life. Everybody thinks they own a piece of him because he gave them some pieces of himself at some very emphatic moments in their lives.because he understood them so well, they think they understand him. It s an overwhelming responsability for an artist. Dylan has had more rinding on each of his projects, in terms of audience expectation, than has any other figure in pouplar music."

Yep, but you're larger than my life and I guess is time for me to let you go, at least. I'd love to be brave enough to not coming to see you again, instead I'll see you this weekend and I'll see you again in London: if only you would stop performing!

Guess we are both addicts, after all those years: you to an audience, me to your voice, to what remain of your voice, with no offense: a voice that still i pretend will give me the same encouragement and succor it gave me so many years ago.

Its a never ending tour and is a never ending battle: we will see who win, this last time around.

Meantime, I'm happy you're back in the country that some years ago you called "the most beautiful country in the world"

P.V.