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Ooooh, finally Sciusciola has arrived with her words thrown around haphazardly in a desperate attempt to sound sophisticated. Finally, damn it, but when will you delight us with your review, maybe not too gloomy? And why is no one explaining to me "don't you think it's time that why don't you drink a whisky with me"?

Aaaaah, but now I understand why Poletti is insulted by everyone in here like no one else in the history of the web.

@clako and how would you explain to us "don't you think it's time for you to drink a whisky with me", come on, explain it to us because we goats can't figure out the deep hidden meanings of the arcane words of the great poet (of this damn battered, I would add).

No no, after the Vasco-Ligabue-Moro trilogy, one can assert with certainty that Clako eats shit for sure, savors it all the way, and even asks for seconds.

Any information can be useful in outlining a psychological profile, Poletti, especially the so-called "artistic manifestations" (a daring phrase when we talk about the illiterate drunkard), including song lyrics. Let's say that if he isn't exactly a pedophile, at the very least he's got a half fixation; just look at "Susanna" and especially the other major piece "Gabri," which couldn't be more explicit. But after all, we justify everything for our national monument, right?

Ah, and feel free to call me uptight, but I find a 50-year-old balding, pot-bellied man talking about little girls touching themselves disgusting, especially one with his face; I can't help it.

Poletti, to disgust me, it’s enough to have the constant references made by the "national Blasco" to little girls touching themselves and each other. It’s a fucking broken record, it’s a poorly concealed obsession that returns cyclically and morbidly, from "Silvia" to "Io non so più cosa fare" up to the historic and much-celebrated "Albachiara." If you show these lyrics to any sexologist or psychologist, they will tell you that something is off; I mean, it’s fine once, by mistake, but not on a regular basis, and what a fucking shame. And don’t come to me saying that these are adolescent lyrics written for the use and consumption of teenagers because you can talk to girls without necessarily describing little girls touching their breasts in front of a mirror. Especially when it’s done by someone with the typical look of an outsider who you’d avoid if you saw them in a dark alley. What a fucking shame.

I wouldn't want this to become yet another discussion about Vasco; in a way, you're right, I'm tired of repeating the same things. However, the latest album and especially the last chilling single are emblematic of the type of audience that the drunken pedophile from Zocca addresses, with or without your refined jazz.

@Sciusiola, my dear lost sheep, the one you call "squashed cow" is actually a marine mollusk, a type of large sea snail. Not to be a smartass, but to once again emphasize the abyssal ignorance in which the average Vascofilo wallows like a pig in the mud. The other evening in Mestre, we could have used a nice meteorite, that's for sure...

Aaaah but this crap is loved by the Clako-Sciusciola duo, the ones who give 5 to the latest from Vasco Rossi...now it all makes sense. But when do tam-tam and the other fakes arrive?