Here where I am, in this crowded desert they call my office, there’s a game. It’s called a song per head. One a day. Whether it’s a song that’s important to you, or one you like, or whatever. Mine, today, was "Diesel" by Finardi; my roommate didn’t know it, and well... His, instead, is this:

L'angelo azzurro - Umberto Balsamo - 1977

I’m sharing it because:
1. it’s from '77
2. I like the guy's last name
3. I know it by heart (much to my chagrin)
4. it tells me that it was the name of his father's boat. Angelo Azzuro would set sail every morning from a port in Salento.
5. it reminds me of when there were bars, the ones with old men. They played cards, drank, swore...
You were there, and this song - every now and then - you could hear it.
From afar, under the murmurs and shouts.
And - at that point - my father would say hey!