An act of spite, a vengeance, a juvenile self-deception that won’t work for long is what makes this man boast about ten women, ten objects of pure beauty that only there to please him. Well, of course until he sees even too clearly that none of that is true and he cannot live without the eleventh woman, the only he truly cares about (who is most likely already thinking of someone else).
When this song was released in 1969 the cried-out style of Lucio Battisti’s voice and the quite unambiguous lyrics by Mogol captured the ears and emotions of so many Italians who felt tired of the trite melodic songs in the style of Nilla Pizzi and Gino Latilla. Mogol wrote in the language of young people and Battisti had a Presleyan charisma that swept clean the old-style Sanremo songs and gave birth to Italian “musica leggera”.