I Dance I dance the dance of brilliant ideas hoping you’ll tell me something new I dance the dance of losers and the lost knowing my steps will be in vain I dance the dance of the happy naïve believing my sweat is of use to someone I dance the dance of profiteers and I’ll dance as long as you pay me And I dance, dance, dance to overcome my arrogance I dance, dance, dance the why has no importance I dance the dance of the damned because the spleen reaches up to my chest I dance the dance of the conceited because you are too if you think you’re on my level I dance the dance of the unwanted I’ve trained a lot before closed doors I dance the dance of the intolerant can you move over a little, please? And I dance, dance, dance as long as I remain standing I dance, dance, dance because it’s you who’s asking. I Am I am the apostle left out of the Last Supper I am the Garibaldian who arrived too late at the rock of Quarto I am the Messia...