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Count, be careful not to stain the screen!

Well, you go from Aristotle and Plato, from "catharsis," from the lofty to the slang like "I couldn’t care less." Come on, I'm feeling cheerful today.

Interesting, everything.

I think you skip the five a bit too often. Fleet Foxes, Black Mountain... Bah. They're definitely not my albums of the year. Anyway, nice review. Bye.

Yeah. You need to finish sending me the last 3-4 songs because that dog who has them on soulseek never connects, I don't forget anything, okay?!?! :)

vote for the hottie.

Alright, I'll look for it.

"But really, do you believe the nonsense of the Bimbo Minkia Blues, idiot? :D" --> and I told you like this, "I don't give consent to anyone, I provoked you in a detached yet quite amused way." It speaks for itself. You're a bit touchy, aren't you? Saludos E' Come Parlare Con Il Muro.

I watched this documentary right after Alessio's first review. What can I say... It opened my eyes. Since then, I've been talking (a lot) less bullshit. Since then, I've started having murderous instincts against all those idiots who, relying on the news from their fucking TV channels (which should also be abolished), fill their mouths with things way too big for them. I say this because I live in the North, in Bergamo, where the scenes of this documentary, fortunately, are not an everyday occurrence, and people (I live 5-6 km from Pontida, where the Lega party supporters are about 90%) throw around judgments like it's nothing. No compassion towards Neapolitans, absolutely, even if there's the cancer of the Camorra there (the waste sorting that has never been implemented and the dumping, for example, I've seen, of mattresses in the middle of the street are actions anything but responsible) but those who should have a guilty conscience are us Northerners, not the Neapolitans who dump in the middle of the street (a mattress doesn't kill, a toxic waste does). Watch it and let me know if I'm talking nonsense.

Uh, this versatile reviewer Sfascia.