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My husband makes movies



To make them he lives a kind of dream



In which his actions aren't always what they seem



He may be onto some unique romantic theme



Some men run banks



Some rule the world



Some earn their living baking bread



My husband, he goes a little crazy



Making movies instead







My husband spins fantasies



He lives them, then gives them to you all



Like Michaelangelo, he paints his private dome



But can't distinguish what's his work and what's his home





Some men sell stocks



Some men punch clocks



Some leap where others fear to tread



My husband, as author and director



Makes up stories in his head









Guido Contini, Luisa Contini



Number one genius and number one fan



Guido Contini, Luisa Contini



Passionate woman in love with this man



Long ago- many years ago



Once we two were







Guido Contini, Luisa his lover



Actress with dreams and a life of her own



Then we had no end of worlds to discover



Singing together all night on the phone



Long ago- someone else ago







Long ago- someone else ago



How he needs me so



And he'll be the last to know it







My husband makes movies



To make them, he makes himself obsessed



He works for weeks on end without a bit of rest



No other way can he achieve his level best



Some men read books



Some shine their shoes



Some retire early



Some stay up to dream and muse



My husband only rarely comes to bed



My husband makes movies instead







My husband makes movies