's me, the only clown
that leaves you with ice,
that makes you fly first and then takes you on a sweet landing.
Who does not drink with friends or a thief or a spy, that raises
mug and toasts along with Francesco Favia,
by you have to get drunk, tipsy from
it will be easier to
my parody.
listen to the advice of your cricket
see how you are frail,
without your beer belly does not swell
and you would not be appreciable.
And c'mon man,
swallow
and see how you turn it up, and you'll see
as you feel less shy.
Have a little 'straight to Francesco
that steals your boredom
and then throws it.
not tell me you do not appreciate this gesture of mine, these rhymes
disgusting
not misunderstand, I am joyful.
Come on, I'll see you Saturday
in the company of others.
And you know, have never denied,
with me as life is always a theater.
staged a thrilling, disturbing
worthy of my gaze,
finally after a long applause,
close our eyes, that beautiful
curtain.
Francesco Favia
Monday, May 26, 2008 16:00
http://ciscofavia.blogspot.com/
www.nonsolocronache.com
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