And there, between a poem and an essay by Saba Gropious, there is also a song by Lucio Dalla: "What do you mean, it's a great satisfaction but it makes me laugh - he says by telephone from Bologna -, I feel a bit 'like when I was handed an honorary degree, here in Bologna, in Communication Studies. One of those things that would make my mom happy ... However, it is nice to think that some maybe the student will also have chosen that theme. I see them sitting there to suffer and struggle, and in a sense, with my song I seem to be there too, next to them. "
For 18years the square of today can still be a place of memory, as well as a meeting?
If we think of the square as a place of collective memory, we risk being off target today. And 'now distant time of the square as a democratic value, as a place of protest strikes. If you think Today the strike which we live is what stops the trains and planes, not one that fills a square. For those of my generation, it remains a place of memory. Piazza Grande I also mentioned in my other song, 1983; child I remember myself, astride my father, who expect the arrival of American soldiers in this terrible night ... But today everything is different, the square is a place depoliticized, disordered, distracted people from crossing, as seen in the commercials. "
saints who do not pay my lunch n 'is
on the benches in Piazza Grande,
but when I'm hungry merchants like me here there is none.
I sleep on the grass and I have many friends around me,
lovers in Piazza Grande,
dei loro guai dei loro amori tutto so, sbagliati e no.
A modo mio avrei bisogno di carezze anch'io.
A modo mio avrei bisogno di sognare anch'io.
Una famiglia vera e propria non ce l'ho
e la mia casa è Piazza Grande,
a chi mi crede prendo amore e amore do, quanto ne ho.
Con me di donne generose non ce n'è,
rubo l'amore in Piazza Grande,
e meno male che briganti come me qui non ce n'è.
A modo mio avrei bisogno di carezze anch'io.
I need to pray God
But my life does not ever going to change anything,
my way is what I wanted I
white sheets to cover us do not have
under stars in Piazza Grande,
and if life has no dreams I have them and you do them.
And if there will be more people like me want to die
in Piazza Grande,
among cats that have not boss me around like me