Italian Lyricists

"And they shot the singer-songwriter Francesco De Gregori | on a night of youth, | they shot him out of love, | so he doesn't sing anymore. | They shot him because he was handsome | remember it as it was before | alternative, self-reduced | outside the system's perspective. (from Vaudeville (Last Cannibal World), n. 3, Side A)"

"There I also met an old bard, Homer who blinded himself to stay in the dream. (from The Last Show, n. 3, Side B)"

"But you didn't talk to me | and my ideas like lizards | they withdrew their heads | inside the wall, when it's late | because it is cold, because it is dark: | and a thousand solitudes | and the holes to hide... (from The Last Show, n. 3, Side B)"

"And the dawn on the Danube seemed to Marco to be phosphorus and honey | and a blonde girl perhaps wanted to tell him | that man is great, man is alive, man is not war | but the generals reply that man is wine he fights well and dies better only when he is full. (from Stranamore (this too is love), Side A, nº 1)"

"And the greatest conquered nation after nation | and when he was in front of the sea he felt like an idiot | because nothing further could be conquered | and a long way to see a desperate sun | and always the same and always as when he left . (from Stranamore (this too is love), Side A, nº 1)"

"This time I'm really leaving | with a light wind | blowing behind me. | You sleep your sleep well | they know where I'm going | only the stars. (from The City Without Women)"

"But as long as I sing I have you in front of me, the years are just moments, you have always been here in front of me. (from I miss you)"

"Everything you cry is not love. (from Euridice)"

"And he built a delirious universe without love, where all things are tired of existing and gaping pain. (from The Love Letters)"

"But it escaped him that the sense of the stars is not that of a man, and he saw himself again in the pain of that useless shining, that distant shining... . (from The Love Letters)"

"Don't leave me alone this night when I can't see the sky, come back bandolero. (from El Bandolero Tired)"

"In this night sown with clouds that not a light trembles, every question is the answer to a question of the first answer; every return is a false start, the illusion of a movement, like this bath of tears that I have not cried. (from Night song (of a wandering shepherd of the air))"

"And they will tell you words as red as blood | black as night | But it's not true, boy, | that reason is always with the stronger | I know poets | who move rivers with their thoughts | and infinite sailors | who know how to speak to the sky. (from Dream boy dream, n. 1)"

"Close your eyes boy | and only believe what you see inside. | Clench your fists, boy | don't let him win even for a moment | cover the love, boy, | but don't hide it under your cloak | sometimes someone passes by, | sometimes there is someone who has to see it. (from Dream boy dream, n. 1)"

"Dream, boy dream | don't change a line of your song, | do not leave a train stopped at the station, | don't stop yourself... (from Dream boy dream, n. 1)"

"Let them tell the world | that people like you will always lose. | Because you already won I swear, | they can't do anything to you anymore. | Pass your hand every now and then | on a woman's face, run your fingers through it | no kingdom is greater | of this little thing that is life. (from Dream boy dream, n. 1)"

"And life is so strong | that passes through walls to be seen. | Life is so real | that it seems impossible to have to leave it. | Life is so big | that when you are about to die, | you will plant an olive tree | still convinced to see it flourish. (from Dream boy dream, n. 1)"

"Because I will fight for you with an army of plumbers, condominium owners, dentists, pain in the ass and shopkeepers. I will cover myself with the wounds of boredom, the ones that no one sees and that never bleed. (from Portrait of a Lady in Pink Satin, n. 9)"

"[...] it is more difficult for you to move your existence a little lower than the sky and become a man. (from Portrait of a Lady in Pink Satin, n. 9)"

"In here pain is a usual guest, but the love that is missing is the love that hurts. (from Song for Alda Merini, n. 4)"

"Because even nothing is enough to be happy, it is enough to live like the things you say, and share in all the loves you have so as not to lose yourself, lose yourself, never lose yourself. (from Song for Alda Merini, n. 4)"

"If I went back I would spend this life with you, I would dance it and not waste it on great ideas, I would only relive the moments of wind with you, I would love it with you as I have never loved it. (from If I could go back)"

"And for all the boys and girls | who defend a book, a real book, | so beautiful to shout in the squares | because they are killing our thoughts. (from Call me again love, n. 1)"

"Why ideas are like butterflies | that you cannot take away its wings, | because ideas are like stars | that storms don't turn them off, | because ideas are mother's voices | that we thought we had lost, | and they are like the smile of God | in this spit of a universe. (from Call me again love, n. 1)"

"It almost seems like they do it to spite me: when they reach a certain point it's as if they turn off the star that guides them, as if they engrave another life line on their hand. No, I'm not talking about sins, those are minutiae: I'm talking about their path, the course of their destiny. They have a path to follow, a journey to make and suddenly they cancel it, they reset it, they want to be other than themselves; they wrinkle their souls until they become unrecognizable, they rebel against happiness."

"We are as we are, and our freedom is "earthly nourishment"."

"What we consider unfair is only our offended self-love."

"God is the favorite pastime of our mediocrity: a personality that makes up for the one we don't have."

"There are no tragedies to cry over, man is ridiculous from birth, life in itself has no meaning, and it only becomes true when he imitates art."

"There is someone who would bleed words to be heard, even just for a second, but you can't."

"Today being understandable is equivalent to being discovered."

"God, if something happened to me to take away this fear of being in the world."

"Men are always inferior to their ideas."

"Is the actor a fake man who says real things with fake words or a real man who says fake things with real words?"

"Now I see that words act in an unpredictable way, and that you shouldn't believe what you see."

"What was evil? What was good? He wondered, Kyd, and decided not to decide."

"He laughed at the Gospels, Bibles and Korans, as if at lies born of cowardice and human impotence, and for the same reason he could not stand men, masses of mediocrities, broken pieces of a glass window that never existed, gusts of wind without direction, credulous , losers, pathetic to the point of getting together to be able to shout at someone: only great minds deserved great passions, only great players deserved the world."

"Cold, almost metallic, magical and horrifying at the same time, slow to pronounce, as if the words were jewels of dark brilliance."

"Cut it out. I'm tired of who I was, not who I will be. Of who I already am, in truth, because among all beings in nature only men are able to change, erase and rewrite: we have a choice, an escape route."

"Sometimes life takes the form of a dream and you have to start all over again like a newborn baby amazed and in disbelief at not finding its mother's breast."

"It is a story of love and art, but above all of destinies, of paths intertwined by the sky, which at a certain point we no longer recognize and do not want to follow, because if man is not master of the universe, as he says Bruno, however, is always his own master."

"He stopped nostalgia, put it on the wall and stuck it in his heart forever as a way of life."

"Men sing when words aren't enough, when they can't say them, perhaps because on their own they would even be ridiculous."

"It is an irreducible wait without the slightest idea of ​​hope, it is a stubbornness of the heart that does not want to surrender to the line of destiny."

"It means that "non-freedom" is freedom."

"And among all these thoughts, a deep melancholy of something that not even he knew what it was came to his mind and ran through his heart, something lost or never grasped, a shadow deep down in his soul, a confused trait of human instability, of the condemnation to find happiness to never be happy."

"I write to get out, to escape from these infinite, useless stories of nothing that are the trials, the wars, the expeditions, the conquests, even the gods: millions of grains of Syriac sand that a wave is enough to sweep them away."

"We live by whispers and not by screams."

"I stand there, stupid with broken dreams."

"Past. The flight of doves has darkened the clouds, the word given is a breath, it has blended with the sky, it has mixed with the earth, it keeps the worms company."