Cara Prof [English translation]

Dear teacher

I don't know why

After all this time I only think of you

Perhaps because, for me the exams

Almost never seem to end

You remember

Andrea Monti?

He was the smart one, was the one I was cribbing from

He writes, he is passing exhausting days

He says, he is filling in questionaries

And meanwhile, he is selling from door to door

But in public, no, he doesn't protest anymore

And I think of a cinema at the end of this street

Of an arm around the neck

Of this chlorophyll taste of kisses

Of the last row

And I think of Lucia ...

In the last row

And Lucia, (with) staring eyes

Who knows, where she is, with her problems

She, who almost never

Got it with numbers like me

She, who loved in every way

Tender snowfall of poetry

What is left of these years, who knows it

Of our great future

So great to simply swallow all of us

A moment before

The last hour, the last hour

Dear teacher

I know that you don't see your son anymore

Like me, too, the rest

All my scattered mates

Like my notes of a life

Und to the one, who can't explain

Tell me, which mark do you give him now