Otto e Mezzo

In a procession a thousand voices fly
Leaving the sky lilac-colored
They are the words, the prayers of a city
The desires of a bit of humanity

Mysteriously you with your thoughts go
Towards the restlessness you want from life
You try to escape reality
Today few doubts
But tomorrow, who knows?

The white sail that lightly waves
Already sweeping away memories of every age from my
Life moves further away
Only a seagull knows when it will return

Unique sensations with great voracity
Loose reins I held with great greed
What you desire will fall on you and the carousel will repeat

The carousel spins and seeks freedom
Life spins and with life spins the crowd, the world it has

You are unpredictable for the madness you do
You play to hide your qualities
You have charm in abundance, with your gaze you seize your prey

Carefully yours certain fantasies
Born from your dreamlike world of lies
Laziness is your queen
Wandering thought is the king

Are you the skilled artist or the poet in tails
Or the crazy bard who will sing no more
A child who has no age
You play with your genius

Skillful sorcerer or perhaps La Fontaine
Are you a Madame Bovary or the great le Clark
Are you a Boccaccio or are you Visnù?
All this, my Guido, is you

If a woman understands what is in you
The dual nature of a male and a baby
She will love you more
And we love you as you are