You can see
the only semi-grassy clearing
left in my neighborhood.
From the garage railing
you can see a 500,
ugly, in a citron color,
even uglier for the reflections
the sky gives it today.
Out of line,
who knows why it laughs...
You can see
a procession of poorly washed
socks and underwear,
you can see the crane
swaying towards me.
Who knows why it stopped...
Enzo Jannacci - Si vede