A GIRL
I know a girl: well, she is very easy...
her bloodred lips are honey-sweet and meant to kiss
her eyes are green her hair is so black
when you meet her eyes you fall on your knees
she looks so young but she is so old
this girl has known all the men in the world
relax, and let her overwhelm you
her skin's a fire, her skin is milk
relax, and let this summer flower drug you
let her body blow your mind
she lies alone, surrounded by the blue
the sweat ain't melt with tears upon her breast
her eyes are green her hair's so black
when you meet her eyes you fall on your knees
she looks so young but she is so old
this girl has known all the men in the world
I know a girl: well, she is very easy...
her blood red lips are honey-sweet and meant to kiss
relax, if her moaning's frightening
her skin's a fire, her skin is milk
relax, and let this summer flower drug you
let her body blow your mind
she lies alone in the mediterranean sea
naked in the sun her name is Italy
she cries alone, surrounded by the blue
she is a whore and everyone's her sun
LEMONS ARE KISSES
you're beautiful: you're fantastic
you shine out like plastic
your vacant look, but you're drastic
no mercy: and the words you choose are so plain and so caustic
your vowels dance, your vowels swirl upon the air
your consonants just fall apart, your consonants
your vowels glide, your vowels fly upon the air
like butterflies...of ice
lemons are kisses where
lemons are blue
lovers are dusky
roses get stripped
a blue eyed kitten just
moans like a child
in the glass house
in the sky
you're bitter like a flower, and you're eyes like a blind doll, your lies of soap, your sadness, you draw a name on the surface of a rounded lake, his letters glide, his letters sink into the waves, his vowels blow, his vowels fall into the waves, his vowels surf, his vowels melt into the waves
like butterflies...of ice
lemons are kisses where
lemons are blue
lovers are dusky
roses get stripped
a blue eyed kitten just
moans like a child
in the glass house
in the sky
MY MOTHER TOLD ME
I remember a pink day it was the end of July I must have been in some high place I could see a hapless garden full of colours and children, my mummy asked me "are you worried my heart?" my mummy asked me "what's the matter my dear?" oh mother I'm so sad, I can't help from tears, if I could I'd scream: that it's too much for me. I remember a pink day it was the end of July I must have been in some high place I could see a hapless garden full of colours and children. my mother told me " oh baby shed your tears: they're told to be precious and they are my dear" my mother told me "cry on my breast: tears make flowers grow, tears call the rainbow"
LOVE IS THE END
the night gets closer and the day vanishes in red
the bloody sun crumbles as wet dust on the trees
leaves turn to red and they start to fall
now everything 's red and everything falls
love is a fall
love's the sun crashing
down, disintegrating on the ground, the crystal pieces all
around dance and sparkle in the night
love's sunset
love is red, love is the
end of everything we've ever
had, we've ever been
BYE BYE CANDY CANDY
Bye bye opaque day, these tunes moisten my eyes
Beside the window’s line I wear an anxious smile
Little samples of my past scatter and erase the rest
Bye bye Candy Candy, your yellow hair seemed made of light
Bye bye Zambot 3 I’ve got a bomb inside of me
I remember every note that has lulled my inner hopes
Where are the aliens and Gundam?
Where are the redskins where are they?
Maybe in the smoke words now they lay
Maybe in the cigarettes an american soldier gave my granny,
gave my grandpa
a long long time ago they are no more
Bye bye Candy Candy, your yellow hair seemed made of light
By bye Zambot 3 I’ve got a bomb inside of me
I remember every note that has lulled my inner hopes
Where are the robots and the pets?
Where’s the setting sun so big and red?
Where are the Romans and their pax?
Maybe in that eagle that overlooks some flags
Or in the warm water that washed their hands
A long long time ago they are no more
I remember every pet, scatter and erase the rest!
And remove the west and pretend the best all about the past
In the cotton light I will simply cry and forget the rest
….
And remove the west and pretend the best all about the past
In the cotton light I will simply cry and forget the rest
BOYS
why did we stamp all those black ants?
and torture a spider? and kick that poor cat?
young boys are naturally stupid:
we were young and stupid,
young girls are naturally natural,
so we told them vulgar things,
we fell instantly in love with them,
but we did not say a word,
we did not surprise at all about it,
it was just too strong to stand,
we fantasize about the stars,
we bring violence and death,
we bring maths,
we're the ones who make the war start,
we're the ones who will give their heart,
we are your desperate sons,
we are your love,
we are your psycho misleaders,
your psychotic killers,
we are so narrow-minded,
we're so brilliant,
we feel so unnecessary,
please say I'm yours as well,
we don't know this beautiful world,
we're so afraid,
we are your desperate sons,
we are your love,
MECHANICAL MAN
mechanical man, why did you come to this land?
don't you think that this garden's too soft for your iron hands?
mechanical man take a rest on this golden sand, have a sip of oil from your tank...from your tank...
don't you think you've crossed the little line between logic and life?
don't you know that things like you are just good as toys,
for monsters named children,
for killers named children,
mechanical man, put you heart inside a sea shell,
cast your body into a well and let the waves erase your name,
what do you think you can save? when you ain't even good as slave?
mechanical man like a knight on your elephant,
don't you think that the hills of France are for you too elegantes
mechanical man take a rest on this golden sand, have a sip of oil from your tank...from your tank...
don't you think you've crossed the little line between logic and life?
don't you know that things like you are just good as toys,
for monsters named children,
for killers named children,
mechanical man, put you heart inside a sea shell,
cast your body into a well and let the waves erase your name,
what do you think you can save? when you ain't even good as slave?
Ciao, un saluto da Fabrizio Vassallo e grazie per aver accettato l'amicizia... a presto. Se ti va ascolta i brani. A breve ci saranno gli inediti del mio primo cd "Alla ricerca di un sogno"
Hello, a greeting by Fabrizio Vassallo and thanks for accepting the friendship ... see you soon. If you must listen to their songs. Soon there will be the first of my new CD "In search of a dream"
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Una commedia brillante in tre monologhi, centrata sulle crescenti perplessità del prete Robertino di fronte all’irrompere nel suo mondo della realtà transessuale. Tutto si svolge nel confessionale che è come un porto: un luogo di scambio. Separati da una sottile parete di legno, si incrociano la vita morale e la vita vissuta, la pratica e la teoria, il peccato e la redenzione. Da questo incontro nascono le riflessioni del prete Robertino, la confessione di un peccatore lo porta ad interrogarsi sul senso della prostituzione e sul ruolo della donna. Comincia così l’esperienza che lo costringerà a mettere in discussione la sua dottrina, il suo ministero e le consuetudini che regolano non solo i rapporti tra i sessi, ma anche quello tra gli esseri umani, le loro distanze e i loro artifici. Il progetto è stato ideato da Francesco Vecchi e Alberto Gamberini (della compagnia PAOLO POLI) che hanno insieme redatto il copione, e si sono rivolti alla pittrice Ester Negretti per la scenografia.
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