Culodritto [English translation]

How I wish I had your eyes,

wide open on the world like absorbent paper

and your laughter clean and full, almost without remorse

or repentance,

but how I wish I had to look at all

like the books to browse through

and still have everything, or almost everything, to try.

Culodritto, that go away safely,

transforming alive corsair chromosomes,

of Lombards, Celts and Romans of the ancient plain

of mountaineers,

Queen of the remotes,

of absolute gnosis that you assert and ask,

of suspicion and faith in the curious world of the adults.

Even if you will not have

my muddy fights on fields, courtyards and streets,

and you will not know

what taste has the taste of grapes stolen from a row,

soon you will notice

how easy it is to make a useless science software

and you'll see

what a confusing problem is to use one's own experience;

Culodritto, what do you want me to say?

Only it always costs effort

and life is always like that, but it is ancient history.

Culodritto, give me your hand again,

even if to hold it is just a pretext

to feel your total trust that no one has never given me,

or he ever asked me

Fly, fly you, where I want to fly

towards a world where everything is still to be done

and where everything is still, or almost everything, to be wrong.

• Artist:Francesco Guccini