Mima

My beautiful old lady, this is from the heart for you
to all those who have been like you.. Unique...

yes, listen to me, look..

Today I need to thank you for the way you raised me
for the values you planted in my chest like flowers
for the rectitude with which you raised that little boy
who did his homework to watch cartoons
I know you're not happy because Aldo is no longer little Aldito
now he has tattoos and doesn't cut his hair short
he didn't please you by walking on the right paths
and he has the exact prototype of a delinquent

Mima, today I dedicate this song to you
with the aim that you understand my situation
I had no other choice but to lock myself in a line
and write to the beat of my heart
you don't know how much it hurts me that you don't understand me
that you tell me to get rid of all that shit
I know you love me but, without disrespecting you
I know sometimes you feel embarrassed to say 'there goes my grandson'

Mima, you are the greatest thing life has given me
and I don't think I can survive your departure
but the day that we face such a hard farewell
take with you the most beautiful, you can leave convinced
I don't forget the scoldings, the punishments
sometimes I recount them when we're among friends
who by the way, those friends who seem indecent
are much more human than a bunch of presidents

If you wanted me to learn to drive and never stop studying
ok, today I drive a pencil that writes to help
and I study the human mind in order to progress, my old lady
you don't know how much young people like me have to go through
who have a different way of thinking, let's see why
to avoid military service we have to sign, it's crazy
if it's a right to have an opinion

I don't want to march or live like so many others
who live off the history of their name and positions
I want to be free, not accountable to anyone and drink alcohol
until death knocks on my door
as for the rest, don't worry, I know how to defend myself
this misunderstood human has decided to be stronger
even if they call me by a name my mother didn't give me
I live proudly of myself and the arms that embrace me

I became a father very early
I would say very punctual at the exact moment
to stop and mature, I stay awake until 6 in the morning but my child has never lacked a meal
I don't want fame, Mima, I want you to love me
because I'll be with you until the day I die
God, if you truly exist up there, tell the one with the hood
to see me first, I'm very happy
to have met you and that my dreams in your arms
have been measured
it's a vivid memory when I lie down in bed
that program on the radio almost every morning

The backpack with the embroidered mushroom
the snack, the shoes fastened, holding hands to cross the street
the shirt tucked in damn my old lady
I remember all those things, sometimes I sleep
believing you're telling me a story and that I still fear the dark
that I wet the bed and your image at the end of the hallway
with the frog leg, the fish, swimming, karate, the beach
the time I told you I wanted to enter the screen
when we got the first color TV
and how much I liked turning off the engine
maximum respect to you, the most attitude that raised me
without having a high status, there's your portrait tattooed in my mind
smiling at life even though life has hit you hard

All that's left for me to say is that it's a shame that in this book
I have to turn back the pages, if not,
without anything left inside me, I would be
running for 25 and 8, looking for you, going crazy
and me telling you just a little longer, I'm almost there
playing 'four corners' or 'tag'
stealing your marbles to buy balls and ice cream
I'm not confused, I know well what I want
and I want there to be a mail from heaven to earth
so when we part without any explanation
an angel will take my letters to you until they unite us.

This is for you, and for all those nannies,
grandma Mesi, Eva, Margo, also for Juana..
I love you all very much..