Anonimo - Lucio Battisti

Here, even that huge idiot Giulio manages to translate the genius of the Supreme composer from Poggio Bustone into understandable words.
Then, I know there are the Panellian sophists with their "but the rhinoceros."
But I wandered for a long time, I impaled myself hoping for what is now true madness.
Sweetness and delicacy, beached in Algeria on the seafront.
These are things.
They love you and not me.
The foreign stranger, who rolled...
But go take it up your ass, Pasquale.