„Il maestro é nell’anima
e dentro all’anima per sempre resterá!“

                             Paolo Conde


By the piano, almost hidden,
protected from the audience,
with an humorous intuition ridden,
Paolo sings, with eloquence.

Praises with a voice so rasping,
lemon ice and deep blue waves.
Although a smoker, never gasping,
about the South, and North, he raves.

Hammering keys of ivory,
bassi ustinati swelling,
he sings about love and glory,
emphasized through husky yelling.

Well covered by his perfect band,
his voice well matching the kazoo,
he exploits the music land,
with hands, with heart and with IQ.