I want to join the altar boy choir to sing my heart out without someone cursing at me.
I'd also like to, hooded and quick, sneak in through the back door to the "Corso d'uncinetto a filet" to experience a thrilling rush of adrenaline. And then, play the Italian championships of nose-picking with a three-finger technique and the thumb on the lookout, but...
as a song says: 'dreams are desires'. And such they remain.
I settle for entertaining you, even on this first autumn evening, with my great, sensational column "StoPezzoOConoscoDan'Pezzo", essential like a fan in Piazza Unità d'Italia in Trieste in the middle of winter, indispensable like Gabriele Paolini behind journalists at Piazza Montecitorio, unavoidable like the advertisement for Algida cones after the snow alert news.
So, what do we do? Let’s play? Here tacet, consentire videtur! I fill my mouth with these Polish words that I don’t even know what the hell they mean, but it’s fun!
This work has been showered with praise, placing it rightfully in the pantheon of music.
Here’s a nice highway that leads neither to my house, nor to yours unless you live in... that’s enough. Thus it begins. Start thinking. Thinking doesn’t cost... OOOHH.
Break a leg!