Guccini Francesco
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Culodritto
Culodritto (Francesco Guccini)
But how I would like to have your eyes,
open to the world like blotting papers
and yours clean and full laughter, almost without remorse
or regrets,
but how I would like to still have everything to look at
like the books to leaf through
and still have everything, or almost everything, to try.
Culodritto, that you go away safely,
transforming live chromosomes of corsairs,
of Lombards, of Celts and Romans of the ancient plain
of mountaineers,
little queen of remote controls,
of absolute gnoses that you assert and question,
of suspicion and faith in the curious world of the great,
even if you will not have
my earthy brawls of fields, courtyards and roads,
and you won't know
what the taste of grapes stolen from a row tastes like,
you will soon realize
how easy it is to create a useless software science
and you will see
what a confusing problem it is to use your own experience;
Asshole, what do you want me to tell you?
Only that it always costs effort
and living and It's always the same, but it's ancient history.
Asshole, give me your hand again,
even if shaking it is just a pretext
to feel that total trust of yours that no one has given me ,
or has he ever asked me;
fly, you fly, where I would like to fly
towards a world where everything still needs to be done
and where everything is still, or almost everything, to be wrong.

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