Discanto (Live Vol. 2 Version)

When I talk about myself, it’s obviously biased: I think it would be idiotic to assume that any monomaniac might think about anything other than themselves.
But let’s get back, if you like, simply to this piece.
I know I’ve posted it a fantastilion times, but the sound of dogs breathing through their noses—for those who love me as a cat person—is something interesting.
I was very disappointed when the Prince declared his love for these stinky beasts, slaves to man; I really should have guessed, of course, from “Quattro cani.”
But, evidently, even he isn’t perfect.

And neither is Ivano: except in this extraordinary song, which I find damn near perfect.
Meow. parte: