The kitchen was empty, the glass half full,
the man looked seriously at the wall and then followed
the smoke slowly rising towards the light bulb.
The season was almost over, the man
He thought this è casa mine.
In the bedroom, the fat and nervous woman,
was leafing through a color newspaper:
the life of a woman, blonde, famous and rich,
with a few years less.
A few years younger, he thought, and she would look like me.
And time passes like a dove
over the house of man and woman.
Inside a clean and violent city
the woman gave birth to a star and called her Carmela,
daughter of her father and her mother,
pink ribbon to grow up quickly.
She almost always laughed and cry never cried.

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