Dolcenera
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We fill a gap that cries out for vengeance with the review of this splendid work by the underrated Dolcenera, in my immodest opinion the Loredana Bertè of the third millennium, and not just because she is hoarse and pissed off.
Besides the hit that we all pretend not to know, "Com'è straordinaria la vita", this review of mine intends to shine a special spotlight on the lyrics of one of the songs that make up the album, which I damn well didn't buy, but downloaded from the mule: the title is "L'Amore (Il Mostro)", and everyone is now wondering: who the hell is this monster? Her? Wrong answer, as we will demonstrate by analyzing the words of the admirable lyrics:

First verse

Look into my eyes, monster
Hanging behind
Avoid mirrors
The stars are watching you anyway, stars
You got this far
With the face you wear
To pay for the life you don't have
I'm not asking for mercy
I'm a child, who knows
I was born this way, from pain
Pain

It is presumed that our monster has arrived here searching for something specific, for which he must pay a price, but his face is saying: damn, give me a discount, I'm not asking for mercy, after all I'm a child born from god knows where, and now I can't look women in the face and take them from behind, carefully removing mirrors from rooms. To not see what? His own face, you might say. No, the face is that of the woman who, in the moment of love, is thinking that she still has to do the laundry. And he knows this, all the floozies he's been with think about laundry when they're underneath him.
But she entices and cages him, simulates a certain interest in the thing and at the same time justifies not granting the discount by putting her hands up and bluntly saying to him: look into my eyes. She's touched his weak point, every harlot knows the client's weak point.

Second verse

You hurt me
Animal, this is for you
Pain
That makes you feel big and strong like a god
Love
So look into my eyes
Monster hanging behind
And tell me what you see
But anyway, you don't believe in anything

The act evidently has begun, but here the prostituted dissimulation reaches such heights of abstraction as to arouse doubt: the pain, in those three childish words, you hurt me, is so directly aimed at giving pathetic satisfaction to our monster. Animal, this orifice is for you, only for you, understood why I won't give you a discount, no one else has ever seen this. Her pain makes our guy feel like a god, only he and lunardi dig tunnels that way, reaching the sense of love, you know when sex is so clean and beautiful it gets confused with love: and here comes the seduction again, come on look into my eyes, monster attached from behind, and tell me what you see: but anyway he doesn't believe it, and continues to look elsewhere, the drilling work does not allow distractions.

Third verse (or maybe it's the refrain)

I'm still alive
A body without a cross
Water on lips
To not let me die
Die
I'm not asking for mercy
I'm a child, who knows
This life will end someday

The monster speaks in the first person: the lovemaking has ended, the excavation was long and exhausting, he who doubts being alive, but immediately returns to reality: the absence of the sign of the cross on her body makes him realize that his screwdriver has slipped (a great metaphor here), and now everything is a flow of mood. He who is afraid, a moment of terror, maybe I overdid it, but damn I'm a child, and children don't ask for mercy and sooner or later this life will end, and it's better to enjoy certain things, particularly if you've paid a lot of euros.
 
Third or fourth verse

Love
I'm unwell
Animal, this is for you
Love
With me you can do anything
Life or death like a god
Love
So look into my eyes
Monster hanging behind
And tell me what you see
If I resemble your son

Everything repeats, between fake love and fake pain, but on her side there is a sudden regurgitation that makes her shout the most terrible phrase of the song: do I resemble your son? Tell me what you see, is my ass like that of a man by any chance? And his answer, though unspoken, is eloquent if she responds with all the anger left in her body:

If my heart
Could think it would stop
If my heart
Knew what to do it would kill you

Lyrical closure:

And then look into my eyes
Monster hanging behind
And avoid mirrors
The stars are watching you anyway
The stars.

Very fast closure, from the unrecognized, in two beats cut with the scalpel: merciful reconciliation on her part (don't look at yourself, don't fall into despair) and payment from him (but give me the stars, which in a more or less figurative sense are the stars that appear on European banknotes, reiterated twice, to underline that the monster had not paid the agreed fee).