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I crave something new. That new which I only roughly understand, but I like to think of it as the end of every argument and the beginning of a time to live, today. Yet I know I will start clowning around, reviewing the gems of my childhood, the albums that made history and that we all recycle without finding peace. And let’s ask ourselves why. This confusion of ours and its sighs.
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