Adapted from quattrostracci.net
The printing operation was born in Berlin in 1881. The song was written and set to music by Francesco De Gregori.
1. PLACE "A glove
rushed from one hand to the floor desired
the world in a crowded track ..."
. . .
2. ACTION "... a gentleman, an infidel
followed him with her eyes and was about to reach it but
already too late and was about to reach it but too late.
the hand was gone and the whole company.
and who knows if he ever existed
that hand was missing and remained
the nostalgia and the glove and his mistress
slid off his glove and his mistress skated away ... "
3. DESIRE "... under a tree without flowers pined love loved
the glove was just a few steps away, unreachable and consumed in
the great storm of grass did not spring or summer and did not even seem
autumn but winter does not even seem to fall
esistevae not because the winter there ... "
4. RESCUE "... When a man from a small boat with a boat hook
saw something whitening
a man from a small boat, leaning over the sea
the glove was in danger of drowning
the glove was in danger of sinking. .. "
5. TRIUMPH" It was a triumph of shells, a gift of flowers
for the glove back to the banality of hearts
a beach without sand, a passion
glimpsed,
a cage without a key,
to a room with no view,
a cage without a key,
to a life without sight ... "
6 . FREE "... and meanwhile million roses
retracted into the surf and who knows if we can understand that
million roses do not smell if they are not mica
your flowers to bloom
if your eyes do not make me more sleep ... "
7. FEARS " ... It was the night of that fateful day, the gloves were
boundless as the nightmare of a murderess
or wishes of the condemned
behind the glove Maggiorela
moon was rising and small upstream gloves, gloves and small
upstream,
to the Head of the River of Dreams and Bed
innocent sleeping ... "
8. QUIET "... an unknown monster unobserved
observed over a table on the offending glove
a glove on the table ... immaculate"
9. RAPTURE ... And the glove was caught in one night
ink from that mystery called love, from love
that looked like a monster two bare hands unnecessarily
leaned to hold the glove
was already hidden where nobody can see him
the glove was already far away as no one can know,
beyond the skating rink and the passions of a day of celebration
and the waves of the seas
and triumph in the storm and roses in the foam
the glove had flown higher than the moon had already flown
the glove lighter than a feather .. "
10. LOVE" ... over the place and action
and the time allowed
love and its sorrows
had already laid the glove in that picture
infinite
where Psyche and Cupid govern together
where Psyche and Cupid smiling together "