Troppi Volanti Lyrics & Chords By Mamma Non Piangere

Ogni mattina l'orchestra radiofonica se la spassa e ti dà di gomito. La tromba strepita un ritornello magico, mentre i violini salutano. La folla scatta, sorpassa gli...read more

Nella soffitta in via Giulia c'è un viavai, strane visite notturne a Gianfranco Mattei, «...metti nella sporta il barattolo, è libero, vai!» ...read more

In a late evening Dark, but not so dark, Out to the river, we walked A strange river, to us In strange fields, in a valley – As strangers we strolled to the Water, as...read more

Odysseus listens bound between Death and Death to the soft emissions of his mortal breath. ...read more

Lunching on a Munchkin... who was munching, quoting Pushkin, when I crept up with a pushpin and I popped his little ass Though dastardly, admitted The bastard was befitted...read more