from "Il Matto e la Luna" (una scatola di poesie)

TO GIANFRANCO    -    Versione italiana

If you can Gianfranco
try to run away
from the sick reality
in the madness
of your lucid mind
in the noise of your stereo system
in the softness of the raga music
when socioeconomics becomes poetry
on a motorcycle that takes you away
in the common solidarity friend
nice smiles
happy smiles
thoughtless smiles
smiles and go
right smiles
smiles in the middle of the air
smiles of respectable people
smiles in conclusion
ah
ah ah
ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah

full of lard and bier
the bourgeois has a good laugh
the night before using up
the usual rite that
little by little will take him
to the tomb
farewell coronary

light laughers of an
old freak
sitting in front
of a sunset
the fresh night
will be propitious
to him.

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