For me it
always comes as a surprise, as a red letter
day, when one of the crowd of girls
and boys I go to the 'Discoteca' in
the night, and though I'm single, left
to my own devices, one in a million
of shameless, full of jealousy
people, I get excited when DJ
Culture plays music
for boys, I dance to disco with too many people
near, when I wouldn't normally do this kind of thing,
because it's a sin. We
all feel better in the dark, and, though it's so
hard, I find my Don Juan, and before
he can think that to speak is a sin - love
comes quickly to me, I'm losing
my mind, my heart beats and I ask myself nervously:
What have I done to deserve this? Do I have to
love you? You are absolutely
fabulous, my Euroboy (That's
my impression about you), and though
we've got a different point of view on Paninaro
and the end of the world, I want
to take you somewhere with me, in suburbia,
where the streets have no name, because it
couldn't happen here. Only the wind
asks me: “Was it worth it?” and after some
speculation I answer: “Se a vida e,
it's worth living for and it's worth giving more”. As for you - don't be
sad - you are always on my mind and I'm
not scared of being
boring like your funny uncle.
Written by Christina Wacht, 1998.