Down here we have been making a living selling interactive olives with genetically free stones for months. In the summer, shy girls, they have hints of tits but they look like divas with cute dresses, in the dressing rooms you can't distinguish them from the mannequins, but are they alive? Bush, Saddam, Arafat, Sharon, meh, the new Benetton collection, yu-huu. I wish you an electrifying life, electrocuted by the current of a hairdryer. But what a future like Tron, we are still in the Flintstones, damn the West has won, the true man of the South is extinct, now he is dumb and dyed. You don't sit down, you stay standing, down down down down down to me, hey, if you don't believe it come, down down down down down to me, there's no point in wriggling, down down down down down to me, and down a Judas, up a sweat, naked and raw down from me. And there is no effort but there are those who say stica, I'm not going to a factory, you with the ancient mentality go there, I sign for the liberalization of the pussy. Who gets it into their heads that this is life, who explains to them that we're not on a trip. And there are those who leave, there are those who will stay, there are always those who take but there are not always those who give, check out! The politician on duty gives us his blah blah blah about the South, he already believes that here we are on Mars, "please go fuck off that way...". As soon as you turn the doors close on you, but if you belong to those of the court you are strong, the others have stepped aside while the party people still move their limbs. You don't sit down, you stay standing, down down down down down to me, hey, if you don't believe it come, down down down down down to me, there's no point in you struggling, down down down down down to me, and down a Judas, up a sweat, naked and raw down from me. The reality down here is a virtual reality indeed, I have the clear sensation that everything dissolves in a soap bubble... flop... they call it emancipation, that of making lamps in the South, that of making boats, that of make yourself, making yourself may be the solution. I do it with doses of sunstroke, I sniff oxygen released from good leaves, I drop the pills of wisdom that Caparezza's grandparents fearlessly peddle. I'm up in the South which is about me and I'm under the thumb of the South. Come on, where is this South, alas, it's Hollywood down here. You don't sit down, you stay standing, down down down down down to me, hey, if you don't believe it come, down down down down down to me, there's no point in wriggling, down down down down down to me, and down a Judas, up a sweat, naked and raw down from me.

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