Allegro ma non troppo (historical curiosity - 1922)
Come here, coryphaeus, head of the dancers come here.
The coffee is deserted and the time is propitious for confidential interviews in private. It is very comfortable in quest'angoletto near the window where you can see the leaves of the bamboo go pretty girls in the street. They watered and swept by and there is little which is a breezy delight, gun at the lady sitting at her desk, the Angora cat gun at her side, and the waiter sat down there dreams of becoming the owner of a bar mirrors and all bottle green and red and yellow a globe of light in the middle, like the blinding sun of the future. I am sorry I just have to wake up, but be comforted seeing you here and seem to dream a little softly. I'll buy you a beer, you agree? Okay. The Teutonic strong drink is the mother of the ideas you have for a long time and watered them to your time abbeverasti so many good young pigeons, and why you like. I knew it I prefer the Latin divine wine-colored blood red and gold: the two most great sincerity. So
feel. This is your battlefield, is not it? I see on this marble strategic plans drawn in pencil, and I recognize your character in these two verses that do not add up: they are quite dirty, it's true, but do not return, the verses are on the loose, like you. There is also a small woman in costume avoided with breasts bigger than her podex, which is saying something, and this must be your work: there is the make, very evident. You know a lot of things, I must say, you are very versatile, indeed, your admirers say that you know do everything. Evil, I might add, and will agree that they exaggerate a bit. Now dimmi.-so no one feels here - of what nonsense, what bullshit, what dense, unknown pastocchie inghebbiato you have those poor owl you are to feel the night around this table, so rimminchioniti that they forget to even turn off the pipe? What do not they drink and drink and slurp propionate and served to you? If tonight, for example, tell them that you coming here for dinner you ate a roast of Phoenix, you take my word for it. They have many other swallow without blinking.
Ah, beer. Bravo Pippo, Pippo by foot health sweet, and now back to sleep well and dream of his grandfather died that gives you the numbers: there is more sauce, trust me, that to dream beyond the sun to come. So I said
... Ah, yes, I have swallowed many other, as when you gave them to understand that God is a bogeyman invented by the priests, that the family is un'ubbia, that home is where you are right, that poverty is a theft, you can do fine without the money, - then this is your main fixation - and that women should be common - and this is another great set, and Venus has always been a part steatopygic predominant in your palingenesis rosy, - and that we are all equal, and that there should be no leaders it ... Just like in your code talk. Do not shake your head CHORUS: I heard with these ears. - Often "I followed you," and in this cafe and elsewhere, not with depraved intentions, mind you, but for sheer love of art. Ah, how I have fun! One night - you were in the mood for story-I remember telling the crime of Lorenzino de 'Medici, and after "succhiellinato" with enthusiasm to see the live thing and have a merry confusion between fact and Scoroncolo Maramaldo , you concludesti magnificent gesture that award was given to Lorenzino the title of Lorenzo the Magnificent. Ah, in your voice trembled as the ancient desire for beauty. I've also heard talk of the "Great Revolution" in which you said you paid a lot, and were paid very much that you do not snitch was left in the head more than a few names of the most fierce, and some of the most gruesome day, and some of the most bestial motto, confusing times, and people. On the other hand you did on this table drawings of barricades and street lamps, with exact and loving detail. But where I enjoyed most was when you were talking to banks and stock exchanges, foreign exchange, and market rigging of discounts that you were the same, and presenting your views and your original theories, hilarious, unexpected. How perspicuity of ideas, how brilliant you confidently answer the questions of frantic commerce and trade and labor in the minds of the distribution of the financiers and economists tardigrades! Ah, you were great then, and I was very surprised that the upstairs there ruins on head to the succession of so many and tremendous explosions of your genius. And no doubt you, no doubt, ever. Think about doing this for certain, axiomatic, dogmatic, that you despise and mock any dogma. And God forbid you to move the most timid and respectful objection. You are the object type, the goal was born, catches fire immediately, turn you on like a holy indignation of insolence and rude undeserved. You do the fitter by trade, I'm told, but nobody has been able to tell me that. What the hell do you trim, coryphaeus? Here we would like a Roman of Rome to finish properly the question, but I'm not Roman, and I tell you that you can very well be fitter for anything you want, but one thing certainly trim and is not really the brains of your peers. As I have said I will follow too often out of here, out of this coffee. You will practice on me I know not what attraction irresistible, hypnotic, similar to the one you have on us some unexplainable monstrosity. I followed especially in the great days when you were coryphaeus more than usual, when she left the house with your bellows under his arm to blow the fire and heat the mass up to white heat. Other coryphaei bigger than you had come out to our dear friendly city, the Princes of those that filled the newspapers of the time their names and talk, and one after the other from the windows compliant municipal gallantly put it to blow with their larger bellows and fire their bombs loaded with big words that rattled the windows and entragni bourgeois. It blows, and fire, and pokes, the heat needed wanted was finally reached, and the molten hot, brimming flashes and loud explosions left, poured in red swirls through the streets as a lava. How happy she was, then, coryphaeus! What were joyful and red sweat of boundless joy and bustle! As you expand and how busy you gave, here and there, handing out ribbons, tying red ribbons on the arms, up, down, in writing, give orders, to send messengers to the right, left, on the telephone, the telegraph ...
What were elastic, bouncy, as frisk, as pirouettes, waving them like you did ... I almost a little pain, you know, by that time you were happy, as they always worthwhile people who are too visible and enormously happy. I thought wistfully to the 'extremum joys of ancient wisdom.
Yes, it was in one of those days that you m'entrasti at home, in my house with a bunch of your dancers vociferous. I see, I shrink from quoting my personal cases, very, very shun, but that was so exceptional, that also allows me to make a small exception. At the bottom is a small vent that my endurance since then to warrant authorizes. Sfogaste you so much, you people in those days radiant.
Ah, the obscene riot in my house broken! The child who trembles and cries in my arms and the others who gather with all their might to my knees calling my protection, and women screaming mad with terror all around me, hugging me, seeing people break into screaming forced into the room through the door ... And other thugs outside screaming, bercianti, claims that are crowded to enter, overflow, burst, too, faces pale with anger and hatred of bruises, red faces, lit, sweaty fury, frenzied rabble bad smell that is stirred excitement in screaming and shouting and high vociferations threatening, with envious eyes darting around, shaking hands hooked up, ready to robbery. I have to deal with those who wonder, who is the head. I was presented with a half-dozen recorded doing to overpower one trying to exclude the other elbow strikes to the stomach, and all shouting their title with a hierarchical display of strange documents, dirty rincincignati, illegible. Their breath of wine, of filthy butts and chewed me takes your breath away. One says to me, more or less, which is "the executive secretary of the revolution." I insist on speaking with the head is genuine, authentic, recognized by everyone, it seemed impossible, unnatural, that's not there. But it is not. Then I think to myself that fabulous beast that had his head in his feet. Finally appears you, my dear coryphaeus, which were carefully left in the street on a truck shipment. I knew a little, and you told me you were coming to protect the inalienable rights of those who do not know. My uncertain. In your face I know I was not rigid gravity of imposing strict drunk, and I thought that my legs do not hold up too well. Maybe you were a bit 'drunk domination. I had to suffer your interrogation, then your order to the street door was closed and we began the tour of my house followed by razzumaglia remained inside. Everything was open, ransacked, searched, scrutinized from the cellar to the attic. Ah, how many frogs I had to swallow that day! Finally you persuadesti I was not a grabber of a food or starvation of the people and you get contentasti of a barrel of wine, the one I had left, and between your hands to turn to vinegar, and I requirements for your shipping a horse came back and ruined a buggy that was rendered useless. Meanwhile, while around the house was fully come, they udurono of a sudden the shots and saw columns of smoke rising from a house not far away. He was a farmer who pulled the rifle from a window of his burning home on some band of indictment, one that had taken seriously the coserella by anything you call the property, and foolishly exercised its right - prescrittibilissimo you think , - d '"blamed protection". You you became pale, then livid - the holy anger of course - and trying to shout "to us! "With what little breath you have left you out of my house precipitasti followed by your Farewell fidi.-no return!-I told you back. And you corresti where the duty to call you, to give manforte, crowned in, pushing your assault, fearlessly, giving orders, upright, fearless, behind a thick wall.
I saw you, you know, my good!
Meanwhile the burning house blacks globes of smoke rose the wind scattered over the countryside pale and sunless. I thought, without some apprehension, that perhaps that was the beginning of the end, but then, looking at you, whereas you, well, I was made to reflect that it could also be the end of the beginning.
I later learned that an attacker was wounded by a shot in the head with spade and another by a shot and that there were other wounded and bruised lighter, but you were left completely unharmed. What a relief for me!
the evening, in a square packed with improbably, you spoke as a victor, and there were too. You you began thus: "Comrades, I am now pleased with you and for you. In this auspicious day we found twenty-five tons of cheese, ham eighty, one hundred forty-five salami, twenty bariglioni tuna, three hundred barrels of wine ... "-Oh, applause! Continuasti And so a long time to list the various and precious booty gained in the countryside and in cities. Napoleon seemed to hear a proclamation after a great battle. Oh, the delusion of cheers! And then you brought in triumph, I rose up on his arms for all to see and enjoy, and Glory to your name. It resumed after the cries of Down and death to other addresses, and new riots, and invasions overruns and doors of shops and stores.
I confess, and God forgive me, I thought that on that day several times with morbid sympathy to Nero Claudius Caesar. With only one - I told myself - you can even stand up, but that world with the myriad of small neroncini greedy and dirty like you! How are you scialare and Gavazzi, as it rained on macaroni cheese radiant in those days! You thought the greasy pole that was now assured, at least for you and the other companions coryphaei, and already saw nell'accesa fantasy lavish symposia, serum alcoves, luxurious delights, orgies, lust, blood enemy ... You were just about to touch the sky with a finger, you were missing a nail, nothing .... And all of a sudden, that's not ... What
tumble, coryphaeus mine!
What happened?
I'll tell you. When the measure is full, God always sends a man, and that man was you least expect it, where you least expect it, and I rose up from under the evil scale. You are now on the land and everything still hurts the precipitous fall. You do not find their way, really, how did it go? Find their way I am, and I'll explain. Your moral personality begins from the stomach down, "in lumbis est ", the personality of the Man starts from the stomach up, is in cevello is in the heart, and so I won. It is not my adulation, recognition is simple and pure gratitude. What could do more and better to me than saving everyone and everything piùamo?
you want to raise from the ground, coryphaeus? There is a very simple way. Freed from the half dozen misconceptions you in the head, back the good and perfect ignorant that you once before that he cared and representatives of Gallic and Teutonic smoke on Piazza Italia you had clouded his brain, and be purely and just what you are and you have to be, naturally, nor more nor less. Do not inflate, do not exaggerate your size: do not know that the swellings of the cheeks of the proud, yet closes his eyes and did not allow him to see clearly? Your beautiful and serene ignorance repurchased will smooth cheeks and allow you to see well again et'insegnerà back many good and beautiful things, forgotten. You will also continue to do coryphaeus, if you like, good coryphaeus course, and could not be easier. Just put the country where you put your class, the duty to put the inalienable right, love instead of hate ...
You laugh, coryphaeus? Our dear neighbors across the Alps say that when you ride is disarmed.
Well, jump the ditch. I'll tell you something that I still had not told anyone. That day you joined me in the house without permission, saw the baby in her arms I'd cry of fear, thou carezzasti little soft cheek with tears. For that I have forgiven many things caress. Look, I will extend my hand to help you jump. Do you?
What? ... What did you say? Ah, what are things to think about it? Very well, think well, you're in your right, but then I want to say one last thing. If you come this way we weave together the white tablecloth for a banquet where our children, made men, they can sit reconciled; staying on your side, you can not weave a shroud.
last word again, and then I ended up really. Either you stay there, or you come here, always remember the famous words of the oracle: "Ne quid nimis." You know what? I translate for you, free, means: Cheerful, but not too much.
Goofy footers from sweet, bring two wine glasses, one red and one gold, the colors of the two great sincerity.
