Guccini Francesco
What Not...
The Girls of the Night
F.Guccini J.C.Biondini/F.Guccini
But what are the girls of the night looking for,
makeup and toilettes that spread slowly
like ice goes into the water inside the tumbler
melting with the heat of the hand,
and they search with their eyes to see
a face or a shadow in the darkness 
or to find someone to whom to repeat
the usual phrases of that humanity.
But who are waiting for the girls of the night
in those bars soaked in alcohol and horns ,
of noisy men dragging
bundles of money perhaps badly earned,
you see them hanging adoringly and unnaturally
to those caliphs to whom I wouldn't give a lira;
who knows if they dream of more normal lives
while the night turns, turns, turns.
And they start singing a little out of tune
when someone hits a piano
old songs, desperate stories ,
the rhyming loves of a time already distant
and they identify with those words
written for others a long time ago,
beautiful without a soul, when the sun sets,< br/>play a harmonica, ne me quitte pas.
What do the girls of the night say
to those ruffian and discreet bartenders
who bend priestly over the counter
to confess who knows? what secrets
and then they look at a glass against the light
and agilely dance while pouring a liqueur;
how much to say and how much there is to drink
while the night grinds the hours.
How I love the girls of the night
so similar to me, so different,
we passengers of parallel trains,
little heroes of missed opportunities,
even if I know that we will not meet
but we will only watch each other pass,
even if I know that we will never love each other
with the regret of not being able to love each other.
Until even from the smoked glass
br/>pushes the light and enters suddenly
and buses full of late sleepers
pass dully in the morning filled with
newsstands displaying newspapers
full of facts that we already know,
of cappuccino and croissants and the normal
noises that a city has in the morning.
But where do the girls of the night go
who flee at dawn, thanks to a taxi,< br/>tired of so much, full of remorse
of having perhaps said too many yeses,
but they quickly chase it away and it enters them
only a hint of light exhaustion,
who will accompany them throughout their work,
who will lead them straight into the evening.
But who are the girls of the night...

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