Grasshopper

I'm stunned. It's fine that we live in a country where those who make the loudest noise get their five minutes of fame, but I thought there would be a limit. I expect someone to soon launch a series of insults against Miles Davis or (why not?) Mozart. Just to get noticed, anything works. Keep it up...

Let's get to the serious stuff, like this poem that santi bailor brought back to us... These are the things that remain, those that the various Viva Lì and sponge (or Viva Lì alias sponge) will never be able to understand, because like their role models Emilio Fede, Schifani, Bondi, and the usual crowd, they need a master to live. And in this rotten country, they have found the most ridiculous and at the same time dangerous one. What do they know about freedom? How dare they comment on the verses of a free and immortal spirit, when their minds can at most grasp Masini's ciellino "message"?

An impeccable Marco Poletti once again, at the peak of his intellectual capabilities, which as everyone here knows, are truly remarkable! (not by chance is Prof. Cassano from the University of Pisa conducting an in-depth study on this)

When she tries to write something "hers" (under the nickname "marco poletti"), she is regularly met with boos, insults, and abundant buckets of shit. This is probably where the poison and envy come from for those who are appreciated and shared instead. A marco poletti (= Viva Lì) probably doesn't even read the reviews: as soon as she sees a hated name (like Grasshopper, for example), she pounces like a rooster seeing red, spewing a small portion of the poison that eats away at her inside due to her frustrations. And since she has more and more poison, who knows when she'll stop... it will always be too late anyway, because she will have prevented us from discussing music, which is what we, the normal debaserians, mostly want to do.

I am pleased to see that, unbeknownst to me, I have become the subject of conversation in a chat that I do not frequent due to time constraints. I am proud to be associated with categories like blacks and gays, who have always been victims of unwarranted persecution by ignorant, fascist racists. I won’t hide the fact that this whole fat people issue makes me chuckle a bit (where do these enlightened individuals place the turncoat Giuliano Ferrara, among the slim?). However, it is worthy of the intellectual level of a Viva Lì or even a sponge. Since it is known that the mother of imbeciles is always pregnant, it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the same person, although at this level, I only recall the good Mauro, a.k.a. Maurizio Testi, 86 kg of muscles and squadism without a brain to coordinate them (a real public danger!). Behind these nicknames, how can one tell if the idiotic fascist is a single individual or acts in groups? The old Mussolinian tradition would lean towards the latter hypothesis, but here everything is mysterious and veiled. The only manifest thing is that these people know nothing but how to tarnish others' reviews.

Can we? I heard the name "Grasshopper"....

What I wanted to say, including the dissent regarding the cappelletto, has already been said by Wanderer: I can only fall in line and suggest a chamber version of that Benno Sachs (or something like that) which I consider sublime. I would have overlooked Theocritus and Virgil, but it’s really just the hair in the egg.

Enough... this is the last one. I'm fed up: there’s no fun in tearing down what has already been torn down, and with Marco Poletti, you always end up with scorched earth.

(I had been truly too generous before)

Poor Ivan: the damage and the mockery. Dying at 50 and then being reviewed by Marco Poletti... Fate really has it in for him, even today.