This Sunday in September would not have weighed like that
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Summer ended more "natures" twenty years ago or so
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With the unconsciousness inside the lower abdomen and some daring ones, in the pocket "l'Unità"
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You pay for it all, and at inflation prices, what they call maturity
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But you haven't changed that much even though now what it is is in the wind
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It took me a long time to see it, even philosophizing about why
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But you haven't changed that much and if what an orgasm is now you know
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You will be able to understand my twenty years then, the nearly one hundred now you will understand
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At that time I wore an innocent parka dictated only by poverty
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It was not the permanent revolt: let's say that it did not exist and it was a long time ago
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I carried an immaculate conscience that you tended to kill, though
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In vain did you try with family photos or paletò
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And how much I have changed since then and the eskimo you knew
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My brother still wears it and you would wear it and you can't anymore
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You have to know how to choose in time, not get there because of opposition:
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You spin now with your breasts in the wind, I was already spinning twenty years ago!
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Memories I was with you in Santa Lucia, at the portico dei Servi for Christmas
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I thought Bologna was mine: we danced together all year round or at Carnival
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Then we both left someone who didn't make a big deal out of it or I don't know
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But with my sweaters I was uncomfortable and that overcoat of yours weighed on me
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But I had the riot in my fingers, no money in my pocket and you know it
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And you paid me for the cinema in amazement and you never had to do it!
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I have never understood why you loved me so different from those clichés of yours
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Because among the many, beautiful, that you hit, you threw yourself on me
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In fact, the flowers of the first time were no longer there in 1968
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The revolt was finally breaking out or I was somehow broken
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You were still waiting for them, but I was already screaming that God was dead, upstream, but nevertheless
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I too rebelled against the system, that is, dreaming of Dylan and the provos
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And Gianni, having returned from London, spoke to us for a long time about LSD
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He gave an almost cultured lecture on his freak-style honeymoon
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And we had never done it and we who never would have done it
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That grass grew all around us, for us only our troubles grew
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Perhaps we were consoled to make love, but we were already precarious in that sense
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A hole at a friend's, a bed by the hour on which the whole city passed
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The love made to the "executioner of a Judas" and in the cold in that room of others e
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bare:
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Seeing you or not seeing you all naked was a matter of climate and not of desire!
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And now that we might as well do it and now what problems I don't have
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What nostalgia for those against a wall or in a cinema or where you can
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And now that we know almost everything and now what problems do you have
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Out of nostalgia, we would do it on our feet again, forgetting the style carpet and Hi-Fi
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Let's face it, but we really laugh so as not to cry because
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If I think about who you were, what I was, what compassion I have for myself and for
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you
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Yet sometimes I wouldn't mind being those of those times there
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It will be to be fifteen years younger or to have everything by chance
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Because at twenty it's all still whole, because at twenty it's all who knows
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At twenty you are really stupid, how many lies in your head at that age
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Or then it was just us, that youth is not involved or not:
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About discussions, carousels, heroes, what is left, tell me a little
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And this Sunday in September is slowly ending
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Like the many ways, absent-mindedly, trying to do or understand
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Perhaps the friends, the gone, the resigned, the satisfied are thinking this too
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Playing to say that you were happier, thinking about who got lost or not at those
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party ...
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And I who always have a parka on the same as the one you will remember
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As always, I do what I can, tomorrow I'll think about it if ever
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And I will sing you this song equal to many that I already sang to you:
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Ignore it as you have ignored the others and then it will be the last by now |