Ci provo
Ci provo
Provando e riprovando
Ci provo-lo 
Ci provo-lo
Auricchio piccante 
Primo sale
Canestrato 
Forte odore di cacio stagionato,
anche nelle mani 
Mani da casaro
Un due!
Un due!
Un due!
Ritmo!
Ritmo!
Un due!
Un due!
Ed ora tutti giù per terra!
Saltelli 
E ancora saltelli
Op!
Op!
Op!
Ritmo!
Ritmo!
In alto le braccia
Scuotimento di mani
come fossero fronde arboree
scosse dal vento

Il vento,
grande cotoliatore!
Non vedo l’ora di esser me stesso,
ma anche di uscire da me stesso
ed essere altro da me

Aspettando Godot

Poche parole ogni tanto,
qualche grugnito di assenso
Sì sì
No no
Sì no
No sì

Spesso il silenzio,
mancanza di parola,
il vuoto e lo spazio siderale
che s’interpone

It’s a long, long, way to Tipperary

It’s never too late to mend

Up to mighty London came
An Irish lad one day
All the streets were paved with gold
So everyone was gay!
Singing songs of Piccadilly
Strand, and Leicester Square
'Til Paddy got excited and
He shouted to them there:
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly
Farewell Leicester Square!
It's a long long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there
Paddy wrote a letter
To his Irish Molly O'
Saying, "Should you not receive it
Write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in "spelling"
Molly dear", said he
"Remember it's the pen, that's bad
Don't lay the blame on me"
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly
Farewell Leicester Square
It's a long long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there
Molly wrote a neat reply
To Irish Paddy O'
Saying, "Mike Maloney wants
To marry me, and so
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly
Or you'll be to blame
For love has fairly drove me silly
Hoping you're the same!"
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly
Farewell Leicester Square
It's a long long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there