100 Pennsylvania Ave - Francesco Guccini

La strada dalla Pennsylvania Station sembrava attraversasse il continente

come se non tornasse pi?

all' indietro, ma andasse sempre avanti ad occidente

fra tombe in ferro-vetro, pianura, pali e gente.

E indietro invece e in fretta ci tornai, ma in certi miei momenti forse oziosi

mi chiedo dove sei e che cosa fai e come passi i tuoi giorni noiosi,

io che non ti risposi in questa casa mia che sai e non sai.

E immagino tu e lui, due americani sicuri e sani, un poco alla John Wayne,

portare avanti i miti kennedyani e far scuola agli indiani:

amore e ecologia lass?

nel Maine.

E l?

insegnare alla povera gente per poco o niente, vita quasi pia,

fingendo o non sapendo proprio niente di quello che pu?

ancora far la CIA,

santi dell’occidente, per gli USA, e cos?

sia…

Mi ha detto chi t' ha vista l?

da poco che sei rimasta quella che eri allora,

un po' pi?

vecchia, ma quasi per gioco e forse solo appena un po' signora,

vorrei vederti ora perch?

il ricordo mi diventa fioco…

E provo a immaginare in un momento per ridere di stare qui con te,

ma sarebbe poi stato un cambiamento?

Ci penso, ma non sento

che un' altra ancora ha i soliti perch…

Per?

tu sai che?

il gioco d' un istante perch?

da allora gi?

lo sentivamo

che possibilit?

ce ne son tante per quei due tipi che allora eravamo:

io son quasi importante, tu cosa sei, e chi siamo?

Ma forse almeno tu hai conservato quell' ideale che avevamo in testa,

probabilmente in te cenni ha lasciato, ogni cosa alla lunga mi molesta

e cerco un' altra festa e poi le feste in fondo mi han stancato…

Poi erano ideali alla cogliona fatti coi miti del '63,

i due Giovanni e pace un po' alla buona, Ramblas di Barcellona,

la prima crisi dura dentro in me…

Io credo che sappiamo che?

diverso se le cose son state poi pi?

avare,

le accetti, tiri avanti e non hai perso se sono differenti dal sognare

perch?

non?

uno scherzo sapere continuare.

E scusami se sono qui a pensare a te, alle tue parole e ai tuoi sorrisi,

come il «Matto"fra carte da giocare pu? risolvere un attimo di crisi,

anche se allora smisi, ora vado, e «via andare»…

Non voglio far felice proprio adesso tua madre che odi?

l' italiano istrione

quando disse a tuo padre che era un fesso lui e il liberal-progresso

e url?

«rivoluzione!».

Son cose spero che perdonerai com' io ti ho perdonato ormai a quest' ora,

come se fossi solo un piantaguai, il «but I love him"che gli urlasti allora,

cos?

ti canto ancora in questa casa mia che sai e non sai…

The road from Pennsylvania Station seemed to cross the continent

as if he never came back

backwards, but always went forwards to the west

among iron-glass tombs, plains, poles and people.

And instead I went back in a hurry, but in some of my moments perhaps idle

I wonder where you are and what you do and how you spend your boring days,

I who did not answer you in this house of mine that you know and do not know.

And I guess you and him, two safe and sane Americans, a little John Wayne,

carry on the Kennedy myths and teach the Indians:

love and ecology up there?

in Maine.

And there?

to teach poor people for little or nothing, almost pious life,

pretending or not knowing anything of what it can?

still do the CIA,

saints of the West, for the USA, and so on?

is…

Did he tell me who saw you there?

recently that you remained what you were then,

a little more?

old, but almost for fun and maybe just a little lady,

I would like to see you now why?

the memory fades to me ...

And I try to imagine in a moment to laugh being here with you,

but would it have been a change?

I think about it, but I don't feel

that still another has the usual because ...

For?

You know that?

the game of an instant why?

since then already?

we felt it

what possibility?

there are many for those two types that we were then:

I am almost important, what are you, and who are we?

But maybe at least you have kept that ideal that we had in mind,

probably in you hints she has left, everything in the long run annoys me

and I'm looking for another party and then the parties have tired me down ...

Then they were ideals to the ass made with the myths of '63,

the two Johns and a bit of peace, Ramblas of Barcelona,

the first crisis lasts inside me ...

I believe we know that?

different if things were then more?

stingy,

you accept them, you carry on and you have not lost if they are different from dreaming

why?

not?

a joke to know how to continue.

And I'm sorry if I'm here thinking about you, your words and your smiles,

how the "Fool" between cards to play can solve a moment of crisis,

even if I stopped then, now I'm going, and "go away" ...

I don't want to make your mother happy right now that you hate?

the Italian Istrione

when she told your dad he was a fool he and liberal-progress

and url?

"Revolution!".

These are things I hope you will forgive as I have forgiven you by now at this time,

as if you were just a troublemaker, the "but I love him" you yelled at him then,

cos?

I still sing to you in this house of mine that you know and don't know ...