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Mia madre sfogliava Novella 2000

Ed io ai suoi piedi leggevo Prevert

Avevo dieci anni ma pensavo già alle donne

E chiuso nel mio bagno amavo Edwige Fenech

A scuola i ragazzi giocavano a calcio

Ed io sul muretto citavo Verlaine

Avevo sedici anni e pensavo solo al sesso

Poi vidi le sue labbra e me ne innamorai

Le scrissi più o meno duecento poesie

La prima diceva così:

Amami come se fossimo ancora

In quel bar di Berlino a fumare Pall Mall

Amami come quella volta all’Esselunga

Quando in preda alla fame rubammo una baguette

Mio padre voleva che facessi il ragioniere

Ma io impertinente risposi: «Giammai!»

Avevo vent’anni e coi miei capelli lunghi

A guisa di dandy bevevo cognac

Avevo già scritto tremila poesie

La prima diceva così:

Amami come se fossimo ancora

In quel bar di Berlino a fumare Pall Mall

Amami come quella sera a Marsiglia

Quando in preda al barbera mangiammo escargot

A giugno mi chiese di amarla per sempre

Ma io impenitente risposi di no

Avevo trent’anni e vivevo da bohemien

Lei disse sottovoce: «Vedrai, te ne pentirai…»

Amami come se fossimo ancora

Fra calde lenzuola nel letto dei tuoi

My mother was leafing through Novella 2000

And I was reading Prevert at her feet

I was ten but I was already thinking about women

And closed in my bathroom I loved Edwige Fenech

At school the boys played soccer

And I quoted Verlaine on the wall

I was sixteen and all I was thinking about was sex

Then I saw his lips with her and I fell in love with her

I wrote her about two hundred poems

The first went like this:

Love me as if we were still

In that Berlin bar smoking Pall Mall

Love me like that time at Esselunga

When hungry we stole a baguette

My father wanted me to be an accountant

But I impertinently replied: "Never!"

I was twenty years old and with my long hair

Like a dandy, I drank cognac

I had already written three thousand poems

The first went like this:

Love me as if we were still

In that Berlin bar smoking Pall Mall

Love me like that evening in Marseille

When in the throes of barbera we ate escargot

In June she asked me to love her forever

But I unrepentant said no

I was thirty years old and I lived like a bohemian

She said softly: "You'll see, you'll regret it ..."

Love me as if we were still

Between warm sheets in your parents' bed