Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
Who are we?
Who are we... and where are we going
at midnight in the middle of winter in Alessandria...
Who are we with the neck of the coat
pulled up in the wind of Turin...
It was already like this...when Bastian Caboto went
into the sea, curiosity around him
then opened wide in a sighed his fan
of American wonders,
and calmed down in an endless rumba...
Who are we and where are we going?
Who are we, what do we say to ourselves
in the immense yawn of Milan?
Who are we and where are we going
in the sleep wide open on the silence...
It was already like this... Vasco da Gama went and went
/>in the open sea, and around him the virginity of the world
spoke to him like a cat in its fresh dialect
in the morning Zuluâ¦

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