Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
For What It's Worth
Artist's Life...
as I saw it... I said:
this is mine... ¦
but what remains?... all invented,
and given to who?... but...?
You whip your body
with the flower of
a beautiful memory like this
the love of one day
has already decided
to move away from here...
what a decadence reality... What difference does a day make... for what it's worth... it's my business... and I close my eyes to oblivion...

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