Maurizio Lauzi
Il capo dei giocattoli

The Toy Master is a very austere man
He is handsome, tall, and proud, and knows how to
Entertain people while flying over the continent
And the children look up as they see him pass by
And the Toy Master reminds everyone to play
And reminds the whole world, who no longer knows how to do it
He sends signals and then delivers gifts
He is the aviator of Christmas, and if you wait for him, one day he might pass by
One day all the melancholy will pass away
A guitar will tune to the rhythm of the soul
And one day the Toy Master will teach me
To be a little calmer, especially at my age
Trains, planes, little trucks, candies, bubbles, stars, love, gold, and freedom
Because the Toy Master remembers to play
And reminds the whole world, who no longer knows how to do it
And he sends signals and then delivers gifts
He is the aviator of Christmas, and if you wait for him, one day
He might pass by
There is a little star that's very close to me
And it even brings me luck, and she already knows how to play
She doesn't need emotions (she invented them all yesterday)
And I, a child looking up, will wait for her to come down
And moreover, there's the Toy Master who colors all my curls
To better believe in this life that slips away a bit
But there's the Toy Master who remembers to play
And reminds the whole world, who no longer knows how to do it
And then sends signals and then delivers gifts
He is the aviator of Christmas, and if you wait for him, one day
He might pass by
Trains, planes, little trucks, candies, bubbles, stars
I wave to Cri, I wave to all the hearts that are no longer here

I was moved by young Lauzi, born in 1969, who presented the sweet melody of the song "Il capo dei giocattoli" at the Sanremo festival in 1997 (won, just to clarify, by the so-called Jalisse). His vocal limitations, his shyness, and the fact of being the son of the great Bruno, did not prevent him from delivering a piece of rare sensitivity and sweetness, whose lyrics were awarded as the best by the festival's jury. It doesn't matter if it didn't rank. It seems like a children's song, but it's not. It's a shame it got mixed with the usual romantic syrup of the festival, which, for the record, ignored the "revolutionary" Carmen Consoli that year.

This author continued to write, never emerging from the shadow in which he will probably remain forever. But the melody and the whispered poetry of this piece, somewhat apart from the "screams" of Sanremo, stayed in my head. And reminds me to play.