TheBlackAngelsDeath

From one of the coldest winters of the dirtiest, most rough, and disgustingly violet and fuchsia-colored decade in history. the 1980s. From the shadow of the federiciana Apulian castle, a tumultuous past of glorious hope immersed in the plains of the most atrocious civil, cultural, and intellectual mediocrity of the peninsula. andria. For twenty years twenty, engaged in rending the world apart with a scalpel. For twenty years twenty, engaged in watching sunsets. For twenty years twenty, engaged in capturing the horizon. One meter eighty-eight of hamburger and decadence. Life is dancing on the edge of the abyss.