Of the period with Mogol, this is absolutely the one I listen to the least. Not that it's a bad record; on the contrary, it's well-played and features the title track and "Nastro Rosa," which are among the best of Battisti's repertoire. The other songs are a couple of steps lower, even though I've always had a soft spot for “Gelosa cara.” Here, however, it’s clear that the fuel with Giulio Rapetti was now running low, and at times, the record feels a bit tired, as if it were trying to repeat the magic of the previous one, but not fully succeeding. It is still a good epitaph for a memorable era, and Mogol's words will never again be so significant: “who knows what will become of us, we will only find out by living.” 4 generous stars.
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