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The Seicento

I had bought a nice Seicento,1
it was fast, faster than wind.
I’ll tell you how the story went –
they gutted it in five minutes.2
 
First, I’ll tell you what I do for a job:
I begin at ten, at noon I feel ragged,
I sell washing soda, lye, and soap,
and I make a wagonful of money.
 
Up and down the harbor on my moped,
with bleach, brush, and scourer,
I earn heaps of shillings,3
and I start feeling like buying me a Seicento.
 
I leave the car in front of a door,
they immediately nick the spare wheel

Flag

If you belong to this flag
that gives birth to and resembles these people
coming from warm places
 
Who are they? Who are these people?
Dark eyebrows waiting outside,
and they are all crying alone.
 
One dance, one sound, one language
that we’ll speak and we’ll sing anew.
 
Girl's eyes as a flag
that we’ll help to grow up in a new world.
 
One dance, one sound, one language
with which we’ll paint this world anew.
 
Singing ye-la-la-la-lala-ye-la-la-la
Laughing ye-la-la-la-lala-ye-la-la-la
 
If you, if you cherish it
spread it, take care of it, let it take flight in the wind.
 
You are the flag, flag, flag
 
If you can’t feel it,
your heart says and asks you about it,
you hide your face and flee, but from what?
 
One dance, one sound, one language
that we’ll speak and we’ll sing anew.
 
Girl's eyes as a flag
that we’ll help to grow up in a new world.
 
Singing ye-la-la-la-lala-ye-la-la-la
Laughing ye-la-la-la-lala-ye-la-la-la
 
Singing ye-la-la-la-lala-ye-la-la-la
Laughing ye-la-la-la-lala-ye-la-la-la
 
You are the flag, flag, flag
 

Nobody Noticed

Nobody noticed,
but since you left me
I’m, practically, I’m dead
and nobody noticed.
 
I keep pretending to be alive,
I can speak, I can walk
and sometimes, but only sometimes,
I think I hear you breathing.
 
But at night I’m afraid to dream,
to see you coming suddenly
to teach me to fly.
 
Yes, at night I’m afraid to dream,
to see you coming suddenly
to teach me again to fly.
 
I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m
afraid
of each shadow that comes into this room
I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m
afraid
of the void that your absence has left
 
Nobody noticed,
but since you left me
I’m, practically, I’m dead
and nobody noticed.
 
But at night…
 
Yes, at night I’m afraid to dream,
to see you coming suddenly
to teach me again to fly.
 
I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m
afraid
I’m not going to make a nonsense
I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m
afraid
You made a slaughter of sentiments
 
I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m
afraid
of each shadow that comes into this room
I’m afraid, I’m afraid, I’m
afraid
of the void that your absence has left
 
Nobody noticed
that I’ve nothing left to give
because, without you, I’m dead
and nobody noticed.
 

Little By Little

Little by little
you realize that the wind
Blows on your face
and steals your smile
The beautiful season
that’s coming to an end
Blows on your heart
and steals your love
Little by little
it dissolves in tears
That sweet memory
faded from time
From when you lived
with me in a room
There was no money
but lots of hope
 
And little by little
you lose me and i lose you
And what it was
seems more absurd to me
During the night
you were always more true
And not like now
on Saturday night
 
But, give me your hand
and come closer
A flower can be born
in our garden
Not even the winter
will ever freeze
A flower can grow
from my love for you
 
And little by little
you’ll see with over time
The same smile
over his face
Which the cruel wind
had stolen from you
That returns faithfully
The love’s back
 
But, give me your hand
and come closer
A flower can be born
in our garden
Not even the winter
will ever freeze
A flower can grow
from my love for you
 

Flies Flies Piero Barone

Flies,
Flies Piero Barone.
He’s a good guy sings,
Does the tenor.
Flies,
Flies,
Purpose’s touching the sky.
Better not knowing
What he does on the plane.
 

They gave me the sea

I feel like leaving life still
and waste the time looking at your face
I feel like saying that I love you so much
and waiting for your look like clear water
 
They gave me the sea and the shores
The hit of the foam, the wind, the water
And the air of the lips that are the words, that are the words
 
I feel like embracing your life, dear
and becoming a lover of your body, dear
because love was made of mud and stone
and I want you here on earth
 
They gave me the sea and the shores
The hit of the foam, the wind, the water
And the air of the lips that are the words, that are the words
 
And they gave you the thirst and the scent
Also the tenderness and love
And that word LOVE that has pain, that has pain
 

Baby Mouflons

Baby mouflons1
are born again
and the spring seems to be caressed
by sun and clear skies,
with not even a shade of dark clouds
that can spoil the mouflons in April.
 
Baby mouflons
are born again,
they’re many and are beautiful
with their brown fur
that looks like an altar cloth
to dedicate masses to hope.
 
A mouflon has no neck bell,
remember, and not even rattles,
because mouflons always walk alone
and can never be heard making noise.
 
Baby mouflons
are born again,
they’re in the heart of their native land
where wild grasses bloom.
Little sorrel mouflons,
let not the big eagle see you.
 

• 1. Literally: Lambs of a female mouflon.

A man in love

Have you ever seen a man in love?
In my mind it's an obsession that
when I close my eyes, I'm inside a dream:
we're alone in the middle of the world, you and me
 
Can't you hear how a man in love sings?
He sings like he's never sung
I wouldn't cover you with gold nor silver,
but I'd like you to feel what I'm feeling.
 
Where were you before now?
Where was I? A different man, without you.
 
A lonely boat in the middle of the sea,
you're my beacon and I'll follow it,
I'll defeat waves and mermaids,
with my song I'll reach you.
 
Can't you hear how a man in love sings?
He sings like he's never sung
I wouldn't cover you with gold nor silver,
but I'd like you to feel what I'm feeling.
 
Where were you before now?
Where was I? A different man, without you.
 
Can't you hear how a man in love sings?
He sings like he's never sung
I wouldn't cover you with gold nor silver,
but I'd like you to feel what I'm feeling.
 
Where were you before now?
Where was I? A different man, without you.
 
I am a man in love
and my love to the entire world
I'll sing...
 
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Osposidda

Fire flares,
five cold corpses:
they painted the place in red
in cursed hours.
 
Heavy bullets have fallen
amidst thyme fronds.
Who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Blindly, weapons
have burned the flowers:
the obsequies are denied
to the unlucky ones.
 
A last sparkle
goes out in the well:
who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Honking the horn, they carry
you around till the highway:
men are treated like
skins of wild boars.
 
The mercy sucked
a bitter breast:
who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Warm blood is gushing
from your heart:
not even a gold medal
you’ve got, Vincent.
 
They are crying in sobs
children and wife:
who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
How long will it take,
still, my brother,
before we’ll come out
of barbarity?
 
And the women of the village
won’t sing the dirge anymore?
Who will mourn for you,
dead of Osposidda?
 
Brother!
 

Stone Houses

Franzisca’s1eyes,
big and glittering,
are like a fresh fountain
is hot days.
 
Zosepe2would like
to go back to youth,
he would offer his chest
to stormy winds.
 
The dancer is leaping
with her feet in the air
like a filly,
light in the wind.
 
Mr. Zosepe Ispanta
dances with Franzischedda,3
she’s a young girl
and he’s in his eighties.
 
The moon, with silver eyes,
is flooding the stone houses.
 
Atzara,4an attraction
for all painters,
renewed among the villages
for its lovely flowers.
 
Atzara, beautiful sister
of the unlucky ones,
shining like a star
in cloudy skies.
 
Franzisca’s eyes,
big and glittering,
are like a fresh fountain
is hot days.
 
Zosepe would like
to go back to youth,
he would offer his chest
to stormy winds.
 
The moon, with silver eyes,
is flooding the stone houses.
 

• 1. Frances
• 2. Joseph
• 3. Little Frances
• 4. A mountain village in inner Sardinia

Faking it all the time

What do you see?
With these eyes, come on now
Everything is being reflected in your eyes
Let's get it started, open the curtains
 
Every time you open your eyes are you able to understand it all?
The approach of a misunderstanding doesn't happen only to you
Properly arranged words like 'until then' are bound for the trash can
Allow me to do whatever I please, I don't accept objections
 
I would like to say something to everyone first
Are you people understanding anything?
 
How about you? What do you see?
Guess what there isn't an answer?
Fuck off, to being fake all the time
I can't bear to keep accepting this
Feel your heart speaking? Hey
Fuck off, to being fake all the time (Hey)
Fuck off, to being fake all the time
 
Yeah, stand up and break your pressure
Stand up and break your pressure
Stand up and break your pressure
Stand up and break your pressure
 
I've got a feeling that the time is coming right now
Let's throw away all the pretension and mocking
That's bullshit, often watched by everyone
That's bullshit. Stand up and break your pressure
 
Even if regret and despair
Don't disappear
Even so, even so
 
The future map has been drawn
I bet that no one knows that
It's all fine, don't hesitate
Although there is absolutely nothing in the future
Even so, let's promise now
I will keep looking a little more until then
'See you' To you
 
Fuck off, to being fake all the time
Fuck off, to being fake all the time
Fuck off, to being fake all the time
 
p.s. -I told you it was all a lie from the beginning-
 
Are you being forced by people around you, right?
'Who am I in the end?' 'Think about it you too, idiot!'
 
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