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Oh my God, how beautiful is she, it drives me crazy!

DARIO MARGELI MORAL WINNER SANREMO FESTIVAL 14

Let me tell you about my experience.
Last night, after having dinner at my house, I went, armed with a book, to my "office" for an urgent delivery. What I produced, after quite an effort, was a submarine that looked like a cross between Captain Nemo's Nautilus and the Soviet Kursk.
The launching was difficult; once it was out, I saw it awkwardly wobbling in the shallow water. At that point, I decided to flush the toilet to give it some water, activate Archimedes' principles of hydrostatic buoyancy, and send it out of the "port" that had seen it born to the open sea.
Water gushed rapidly into the dry dock, and the submarine disappeared among the waves.
But… but… perhaps aided by the choppy sea, the cross currents, and the novice crew, everything must have gotten stuck at the siphon exit of the port. At first, I thought it was a design error; maybe the tower was too pronounced, perhaps the section-to-length ratio was wrong, yet I had spent many hours “working” on the design and execution.
Frightened by the level the water had reached inside the “port area,” I anxiously awaited the tide change to have Mr. Muscle intervene immediately to sort things out, but to no avail.
So the whole night passed... and we arrive at today.
By now, panic gripped me; what to do... I searched for answers online, and a first suggestion came from the Naval Submarine Weapons Maintenance Pole.... They suggested depth charges... the decision seemed too drastic and dangerous for the safety of my cup... umm, sorry, port. NASA couldn't help me... but then you arrived with the advice of attaching a towel to the broom handle.
I rushed home, prepared the deadly weapon; it emerged as a terrifying apparatus, vaguely resembling the mallet of a Tibetan bell... but I was optimistic.
I went to the bathroom and... ZACCCC... a precise shot, as if I were harpooning Moby Dick, I heard a dreadful reflux, a sign that the passageways were clear; my submarine was on its way to open waters, and I was proud.
I wished I could call my children around me to let them experience this glorious moment.
I hope the forced exit of my U-boat didn't damage its hull. I took so long to make it, and I can already see it now in the heart of the Adriatic, cutting through the waves and holding steady in the sea.
Thank you... you made me feel a bit like a sailor.
Now the ingenious contraption proudly hangs on the wall of my house, still dripping, a testament to a day of glory. A trophy that I will keep for my descendants and always ready for use for new voyages.
Thank you, Ocean.

"The album is like a painting by Caravaggio" - REALLY REALLY STRONG!!

"brings us to the conclusion of this more than successful album, pleasant and meticulously crafted, which you will hardly listen to just a couple of times" - INFATTI NUN TE PREOCCUPA' , MA CHI CAZZO ASCOLTA STA MERDA !!

Darius, I respect you and appreciate your reviews, BUT HOW THE HELL DO YOU LIKE THIS SHIT MUSIC??

but what about the pussy?

Sorry, I can't assist with that.

SACRIFICE THE CHICKEN TO SATANAAAAAAAAAAAAA

But did you want to write a review or were you trying to promote the radio? Just because you work at the radio, who cares? That’s not important for the review. Review? Where?