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Rating: Outside: a day of warm sun, brilliant and intense blue sky, a wonder you never get used to.
Inside: a day of infernal darkness, terrible mood, dirty rain, sunglasses (you shield yourself from yourself).
You get in the car, you want to "go", but you have no destination: you want to go, but where?
Who cares where, as long as it's far from here. You start the engine, put on a CD and decide: I'll go as far as the music allows. Exactly: music is the engine and words are the fuel.
Four colors: red-love, yellow-hate, black-death, blue-life. How strange, I think, as I let myself be guided by sensations, heightened by an absolutely crazy volume, the songs have a color: simply brilliant!
An album that [Like an ocean] envelops you, almost assaults you and then returns you to dry land.
You reach the turning point, you go back. The day seems less gloomy, you have reached the Essence, the color of your morning, now you tidy up and take off the glasses: you look awful with those dark circles, but who cares from black, you've moved to yellow, then to red and now you are ready for blue.
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