In this video shot in 2005, which I found by chance and whose existence I absolutely did not remember, I sing (scream) a song I wrote a few years earlier. Have fun!


by Roberto Di Patrizi

There is her that is constantly
kicking my mind
and I don't tell her anything

because she really suffers
and turns her thoughts
in light confetti

it is always her who prudently
says "I adore you
but you are no longer my future"

and I would like

to tell her that she is wrong and this surpise me
she does't notice that she is carrying me between her eyelashes
she says "enough, let's not talk anymore"and she undresses

Who am I to you my love
the ghost of a regret
the chains to a broken heart

yes I know that I was wrong too
giving substance to your suspicion
denying a feeling

that by itself was enough
to make those sails unfold in the sky
warming my every sad thought
if returning to port I felt alone

You know I'll stay if you want it
but you have to believe in it instinctively
just staring my eyes

you'll know it's only you that I want in the world
you'll know if it's only me you want in the world
I'll know if it's only me you want in the world

I would like to delete everything
I did wrong
make my past disappear

yes I know you told me
you couldn't forgive
I don't deserve your love

but I would like you to see
all the sunshine in my heart
two hours would be enough to warm us up
and be your refuge when it rains

You know I'll stay if you want it...

I produced the following video clip in 2003. I didn't have to go to work that day and I didn't make any kind of appointment. I was going to be alone the whole time and I didn't want to go out. So I took the camera and started to recover by singing my song. I didn't even have an easel, so I leaned it against the various pieces of furniture. After about ten playbacks, I uploaded the videos to the PC to take care of the editing. I had already recorded (at home) the piece on my computer a few weeks earlier. By the time I finished editing, it was evening. I remember having a lot of fun.


by Roberto Di Patrizi

what time is it
if I were more spontaneous I would call her
to tell her how beautiful she is and that I would take her
on the table or sofa
pulling her hair I would squeeze her
and then I'd talk to her about my fits of regret
of what I will never be

we flee
from this loneliness
it's human
make use of habits
to limit the unexpected
but with you
I could let myself go

if there is winter and reality
I know it's you and your loyalty
who knows how to fill me
who knows how to empty me

if there is the rush of age
there is a desire for humility
that can warm me
and pull me away

you among my trophies
uh what would I pay
then I would regret it
and just would go back alone
to the paradoxical pleasure of getting hurt
I would abandon myself

what time is it

if I were more spontaneous
I would call it ...

The following audio tracks I made at home, using the computer, playing them and arranging them according to my abilities. They are all songs written and composed by me, when I was still young and I'm proud of it. And this regardless of their actual artistic value... Obviously.