I have no idea to this day what those Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing somethings so beautiful. It can't expressed in words, and it makes you heart ache because of it. I tell you those voice soared higher and farther than anybody in a great place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and make these walls dissolve away. And for the briefest of moment, every last man is Shawshank felt free.
--the Shawshank Redemption
I guess I don't have to explain why I like it. These words express themselves.
