I have a very complicated relationship with this song. I discovered it almost exactly two decades ago, when I was going through a very difficult time, just before my first encounter with the river. When I was forcibly pulled out on the banks, this song was the one that played in my CD player. So it stuck with me, and over the years it followed me around, occasionally popping out of my deepest, most repressed memories, making itself known once again. It's profoundly ironic that it crawled back once again right now.

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Piano americano
E sfioro il tavolo con una mano
Pomeriggio strano
E un desiderio che è fuggito lontano

Polvere, gran confusione, un grigio salone
In quale direzione io caccerò la
Polvere dai miei pensieri? E quanti misteri
Coi pochi poteri che la mia condizione mi dà

Aria un po' viziata
Quella finestra andrebbe spalancata
Tela rovinata
E la cornice tutta consumata

Polvere, troppi ricordi, è meglio esser sordi
E forse è già tardi per togliere la
Polvere dagli ingranaggi, dai volti dei saggi
Coi pochi vantaggi che la mia condizione mi dà

Non mi cercare, ché non mi riconoscerai

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Polvere (Enrico Ruggeri cover)

Just an amateur bass player out of his spare bedroom. This is where I put the random bits I come up with while playing to keep track of my days, like a sound diary. Like many other endeavours, it's all mostly incomplete and unfulfilled.

Polvere (Enrico Ruggeri cover)

Gabriele Alese