This morning I mix Orzoro with Ovomaltine and drink it bitter like Petrus. Undecided whether to wear Pooh jeans or Jesus jeans, I put on a Wrangler, then I read Linus' Peanuts, I go out calmly, I pay for the Zagor with the Roman coin of the Ergo Spalma
Like Fred I go to my Wilma
I dream of her in a hammock in the shade of a palm tree
My car? 131 Supermirafiori
In the stereo:
A body e and soul of Wess and Dori Ghezzi
I could see the prices around, oh dear, a Dalek for 150 lire
I have a Settebello in my 70s flared trousers and I really want to turn it up to ninety, this very life it's a low pass, and woe to those who never have a good time
Never, never, ever will I experience these thrills again, never, ever, will I ever experience similar things again
Never, ever eliminate them, help, I'm becoming like Limiti!
It will be the horse that tickles the finch, it will be certain photos on the Monello that make me Intrepid, I feel cool when I hit the mark, love I brought you the Rosso Antico, let's get into it!
That the longer you wait, the darker the times become. I miss Sandokan on the Cinevisor Mupi, The wolves of Fabuland, The Lego, The Transferelli, the boxes of Silvan and Tony Binarelli
Bontempi those of the accordions that blew valid tunes
Adica pongo that become soft between mine hands, calls so close that they no longer appear far away, in a spiral towards disaster, a Swivel in the mouth of Golosastro, a heartbreak
Topo Ignazio throw a brick on my head this nostalgia never goes away< br/>Never, never, ever will I experience these thrills again, never, ever will I ever experience similar things again
Never, ever delete them, help, I'm becoming like Limits!
Okay, now there is the Eurostar but before there was Lima, I loved enjoying it in the shop window, shocked, the same one that I once fogged up with my breath when they displayed the magnetic table football.
It was the years of stainless steel, every child had Donald Duck's on their toothbrush
Whoever doesn't know what it is is left out, who doesn't know that Ariel is cold lo dirty e caresses I colors doesn't understand, that we've gotten so much worse that you're ashamed of it, that Improved people are just dolls of the dreams, that you die for tractors and animals, that the Dolce Forno can even make wedding cakes
You can laugh but the situation is tragic for those who are convinced that knitwear is magic, no logic it saves me, you know, I'm fucking nostalgic, I'll never recover
Never, never, ever will I experience these thrills again, never, ever will I ever experience similar things again
Never, ever delete, help, I'm becoming like Limits!