Crash my mind
into the mirror of rich hypocrisies
and the corrupt hazes my world saying
the left wing is dead.
the death of a history
the end of an ideology,
the sunset of utopias and ideas.
The eldest forgot the movement in the 1968s
cause they told me why to struggle and to protest nowadays
since the labour class doesn’t exist.
So I took my stereo and I made them listen
“Il vecchio e il bambino”of F. Guccini
I rocked my thoughts in his pure truths.
I am looking for a saviour,
for the “over man”
who lights us up as bonfire with
the freedom of thinking
and of listening to each other
without any shade of doubt
the skill of accepting ourselves socially
for what we really are
Stop saying yes before sterile know ledges
inculcated by the school,
the policy and the mass-media
but learn to live and accept ourselves emotionally charged.