AND I COME TO YOU SEARCH
And I come to you search, just to see you or talk, because I need your presence, to better understand my essence. This popular sentiment, born from mechanical divine, a mystical rapture and sensual imprisons me to you. Should I change the object of my desires, not content with small everyday joys, make like a hermit who sacrifices himself. And I come to seek, with the excuse of having to talk, because I like what you think, and you say, because you see my roots. This century now at the end, full of parasites without dignity, pushes me just to be better, with more desire. Emanciparmi nightmare of passions, try the One above the Good and Evil, be a divine image of this reality. And I come to you search, because I’m fine with you, because I need your presence.
(Franco Battiato)