� Music � I've never studied a lot in high school I was a big whisperer I threw sticks out the window During the hour of religion The interrogations were films I often shot silent scenes I wasn't in my place I confess, I'm a prophecy They made fun of me It always seemed All smoke, nothing burning And everyone looked at me with disdain Like the pigeons would look at a crow I counted the real friends Like a capricorn On the fingers of a hand But how do you get serious? Someone who says he listens to Luciano Berio I really don't know � Music � But I studied maturity discreetly I tried not to do it badly Because to enter a university I needed at least 80 months And so I told everyone Even the professors That 80 was my goal The first big business of life Like lighting a fire to break the wind With my big surprise I got good grades I got good grades Then I touched the thesis on the music of Derek Bailey Written with the heart And that's why I'm immature Everyone threw me inventives Like Socrates with the coins But the dream of an undeserved 80 Was getting closer to the destiny But how toxic are the mature ones With their big dreams of glory Before studying music like Oscar Wilde And then go out to do Valdorian And in the end, somehow I got out Without kicks, without thorns, without praise Nothing, 80, maybe to give me a lesson I didn't do a 79 anymore And I understood that the one who wins Generally dies young The defeats instead keep you alive That in the end it's all like Tetris The successes vanish While the mistakes remain to be made by calamity But above all, that just like San Valentino Just like San Valentino It's an invention of the chocolate industry For the afflicted hearts Only for those who are sad Maturity is nothing else Maturity is nothing else Than a great invention of Mister Antonello Venditti 79 79