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keep writing for us ....friend grasshopper

sorry ...lucio

Reception almost excellent, on the record... no comment! Among my top 5 Italian albums of all time, along with Licio Dalla in "Licio Dalla".

Good review, great album.
I've heard the news that for the tour that will touch Italy, they say they want astronomical prices for the tickets... if you can even find them!!!
But is it true????

Personally, I believe that "tango" is one of the few Italian songs that really moves me. Eeehhh, yes... "how much gel and courage I put on, look at how I cry today."

here you go

Congratulations on the review ...and the ratings...

five stars @uno ....hilarious .....

Here they open up, I can't see anything yet but I can hear the voices, distant voices, filtered voices, voices that scare me. No, I can't still be here, I don't want to be here anymore… fog, now just fog. I try to touch myself but I'm stuck, tied up, forced and motionless on a bed that isn't mine. My limbs won't move, they give me that feeling of soft tingling, it's as if millions of spiders are marking their path on my inert, still young and inexperienced body at awakening. I wish I could scream but I can't because…because… I can't? The smell that meets me is musty, clear air, stagnant, still and static, it gives me no escape. I try to move in vain, a strong nausea overwhelms me, I try to fight it but I can't. Memories resurface… slowly they rise to the surface and catapult me to a past and unlikely time, when those voices were stronger, more real, and spoke to me about time, the time that pounces on people making them all the same in front of that inevitable truth of death, of an end, of non-life. With my fingers, I can feel the rough sheets, the touch becomes more certain and my breath more linear, calm, more serene… now the first lights, the first shapes appear before me. Familiar faces looking at me, waiting for a sign from me, a simple gesture, which however struggles to come. I am alive… I think back to that bottle that just a few days before I had quietly emptied in my room. I have never thought of death as a horrendous truth, but reflecting now I think about this strange, unconscious, and wonderful sensation that is life.