Starblazer

or, better yet, one about the following book: Vaticano S.p.a. by Gianluigi Nuzzi: from a secret archive, the truth about the financial and political scandals of the church.

I haven't even read the review and I have no desire to do so, but knowing the subject... by the way, while you're at it, could you write me a nice review on the relations between Putin, Bourlesquoni, and Gheddafi? :-)

To be honest, I really can't stand "Viva la Vida"; I'd much rather listen to "Viva Forever" by the Spice Girls.

what a huge jerk I am :-)

Well, anyway, first I read the review, then I thought about what rating I could give you, then I typed this post on the keyboard, then I clicked vote and/or comment, and then my post with the rating appeared :-)

grandissima glandautice the Maglioglia, no doubt about it!

Personally, Chris Martin's voice has the same effect on me as a pitcher full of Valium mixed with low-quality antidepressants.

Hey, guys, I listen to top-class music!

With those attentive eyes
like burning pins
you search me.
Like a wolf you wait
you descend into my soul
you always inquire more.
I seem almost like a butterfly
a toy, a ball
to be taken.
Tell me, what is your love worth?
I know you see me as honey
to be eaten by you
but you’re mistaken, you know
I am not a cherry.
Being a woman
does not mean just filling a miniskirt
does not mean believing anyone who deceives you.
Being a woman is more, more, more, more
it’s feeling alive
it’s the joy of loving and feeling consoled
holding a child tightly, tightly against my chest
with a real man beside me.
Being looked at
and sometimes even followed
weighs on me.
Certain compliments, if they are crude, leave you feeling offended.
You feel like a butterfly
a toy, a ball
to be taken.
But that’s not love, it’s worth little
to feel like honey
to be eaten, no.
But you’re mistaken, you know
I am truly something else.
Being a woman
does not mean just filling a miniskirt
does not mean believing anyone who deceives you,
Being a woman is more, more, more, more,
I am not looking for a fling
but the companion I would want
who, between a kiss and a laugh
will help me forget
the problems around me,
Being a woman
means feeling true emotions inside
and holding back the tears and the pain you feel
being more, much more.

Luca was gay and now he's with her. Luca speaks with his heart in his hands; Luca says, “I am a different man.”
Luca says: before sharing my sexual transformation, I wanted to clarify that, even though I believe in God, I don’t identify with the thoughts of the man who is divided on this topic. I didn’t go to psychologists, psychiatrists, priests, or scientists; I went into my past, I dug deep, and I understood many things about myself.
My mother loved me too much; a love that turned into an obsession filled with her convictions, and I couldn't breathe from her attention. My father didn’t make decisions, and I could never talk to him. He was out all day for work, and I had the impression that he wasn’t entirely real.
In fact, mom asked for a separation when I was 12 years old. I didn’t understand it well; my father said it was the right solution, and shortly after, he started drinking. Mom always spoke badly of dad; she told me never to marry for the sake of my friends. She was obsessively jealous, and my identity became increasingly confused.
CHORUS...
I’m a different man, but at that moment, I was searching for answers. I was ashamed and sought them secretly. Some would tell me, “It’s natural,” but I studied Freud, and he didn’t think the same way. Then came maturity, but I didn’t know what happiness was. A grown man made my heart tremble, and that’s when I discovered I was homosexual.
With him, there was no inhibition; the courtship was there, and I believed it was love. Yes, with him, I could be myself. Then it seemed like a competition to see who could be better at sex, and I felt guilty. Sooner or later, they’ll catch him, but if the evidence disappears, then they absolve him. I sought in men who my father was; I dated men to avoid betraying my mother.
CHORUS...
Luca says: for four years, I was with a man, between love and deception; we often betrayed each other. I was still searching for my truth, that great love for eternity. Then, at a party among many people, I met her, who had nothing to do with it. She listened to me; she stripped me bare; she understood me. I only remember that the next day I missed her.
This is my story; only my story. No illness, no healing. Dear father, I have forgiven you, even though you never returned here. Mom, I think of you often; I love you, and sometimes I still see your reflection. But now I am a father and I am in love with the only woman I have ever loved.
CHORUS...