How Long Will Cigars Last In The Box They Came In

Sunday, January 11, ten years after the death of Fabrizio De Andrè.

At 22.50 two hundred radio stations throughout Italy and a special on TV on Rai 3 at the same time give her a song (a poem)

Love Love Come Go

Those

lost days chasing the wind
to ask for a kiss and wanting another hundred

any day you will remember them from fleeing
love me come back any day you'll remember

love that escaped from me and you that you will return

through the eyes of another color
I say the same words of love

a month in a year
forget the love that you come to me in a month flee
a year from now you will forget the love that come to me
flee

came from direct sunlight or frost
beaches come in November or the wind in the summer

I loved you I always, I loved you ever love
Come, go
I love that I loved you always, I loved you ever come
love, love that go

But to each his own De Andrè.

I like to remember

Via del Campo

Via del Campo is a pretty big eyes

leaf color throughout the night stands on the threshold
sells the same rose.

Via del Campo is a girl with lips

Dew-colored eyes are gray as the road
hide flowers where he walks.

Via del Campo is a whore
eyes big and green leaf
if you are the desire to love her enough to take the hand


and you seem to go away
she looks at you with a smile
did not believe that
paradise was only there on the first floor.

Via del Campo "is a deluded
to ask her to marry
to see her climb the stairs
until the balcony is closed.

Love and laugh if you cry loud
love answers if you do not hear from diamonds
not born from nothing
manure
the flowers come from diamonds is not born from nothing
manure born with flowers.

and then of course ....

War Piero

Sleep buried in a cornfield
is not the rose is not the tulip
you're waking
but the shadow of the ditches are a thousand red poppies along

the banks of the river I want you to come down the pike
silver
no more dead bodies of soldiers
brought her up from the current

as you said and it was winter
and like the others to hell you go
sad as those who must
the wind spits in the face of the snow stopped

Piero, stop now
let the wind take some 'wearing
of the dead in battle to bring you the voice
who gave his life in return was a cross

but you do not you heard and the time passed
with the seasons step java
and you got to cross the border
in a beautiful spring day and while

stained with blood in his back
you saw a man in the valley
had your exact same mood
but the uniform of another color

Piero shoot him, shoot him
hours after a stroke and still shoot
until you do not see him fall to the ground lifeless
to cover his blood

and if shot in the forehead or heart
only time will die
but time for me to see
will see the eyes of a man who dies while

and uses her care
that turns, sees you and is afraid
and shouldering the artillery
do not reciprocating the courtesy

you fell to the ground without a groan and you
accorgesti
in a moment that you would not have been enough time
to ask forgiveness for every sin you fell

burying without complaint and you
accorgesti
in a moment that your life ended that day
and there would be a return

Ninetta die May my
it takes too much courage
Ninetta beautiful straight to hell I
preferred to go there in winter wheat

and while I was listening
in the hands clutching the gun in his mouth pressed
words
too frozen to melt in the sun

sleep buried in a cornfield
is not the rose is not the tulip
you're waking from the shadow of the ditches
but are thousands of red poppies.

and then ......

Finally I want to remember the article just out on the Republic "filed De Andrè - BR sympathizer, so Fabrizio-boiled police between 1969 and 1979 the singer was monitored as an activist dell'ultrasinistra by police and later by services in the files kept secret until now .-

Now, everyone knew that De Andrè professed anarchist and made policy in the light of the sun. So, for once, I am in tune with the end of the article that ".... more about De Andrè signage these reports tell us the mentality of their writers: inadequate the professional, ready to give shadows to the ghosts, second the wishes of their superiors, in a frightening lack of democratic culture. "In short, more and more that fascist, completely idiotic. Moreover, Fabrizio and spied was filed in good and numerous company, and changed their lives has always been a crime for State. Other times, they will say. Yes, another time, maybe that's why De Andrè missing so much. How is lacking so much desire and enthusiasm to change the sad state of affairs there. And the desire to tell stories , the story .......

A story wrong

's a story to forget
and' not a story to tell and
'a story bit 'complicated
and' a story wrong.

begin 'with the moon and ends on the spot
' with a river of ink and
'a story and a little obvious
' a story wrong.

different story for normal people
common history for special people
what else you need from these lives
the sky now that the center has befallen them
now that the sky has carved the edges.

's a story of suburban
and' a story from a night stand and
'a rambling story
a story wrong.

A beach at the foot of the bed
Termini railway station at the foot of the heart
one night a bit 'agitated
a wrong night.

Different night to night
common ordinary people for special people
what else you need from these lives
now that the sky at the center has affected
now that the sky has carved the edges.

's a story in black and
' a story by the late Roman Empire and
'a story and not bad coverup
' a story wrong.

It 's a story to police and
' a story for hairdressers and
'story a bit' rubbish
o 'a story wrong.

different story for normal people
common history for special people
what else you need from these lives
the sky now that the center has befallen them
now that the sky has carved the edges.

For a sign that there 'was not telling us what you sorry

no longer ask' how and 'round
so you know, and' a wrong story
so you know, and 'a story wrong.

However, we still clearly in the direction of obstinate and contrary.