Bowman

It’s spelled Albano but it’s read as Romina, just look at her in her splendor without the psycho dwarf Albano: link rotto

Dear Paolo, thank you for the misunderstood genius… I wanted to share some last gossip with you; Romina was allegedly playing around behind the back of the happy cuckold Albano. Can you believe a friend of mine told me that once on a plane, she hooked up with the steward in the bathroom? Albano is rumored to be a stingy miser, greedy for money, and Lecciso is known to be quite the difficult one. I leave you with the beautiful Romina at the peak of her beauty in this link where she sings as Grillo in 1980. P.S. the song is "Con un paio di blue jeans - è sempre estate in America," presented at Canzonissima in 1974, and remixed and sung in English for Grillo in a disco music style. It's a rare 45 RPM that I own, the only one I have of Romina, with an eBay value of 16 euros. But check her out here without the psycho dwarf Albano: 404 Not Found

...to judge a film with detachment, telling childhood and affection to go to hell, will it ever be possible? IT WAS ABOUT TIME!

intellettuale.errata corrige again

sufficient.errata corrige

I wholeheartedly agree with Poletti, who tries to give a tone that is not just intellectual but at least of sufficient quality to writing, reflecting, and reviewing works. It’s about time to put an end to such literary outbursts and to the applauding audience happy to munch on popcorn and, pardon me, scribble lightheartedness. Enthusiastic reviews lacking any critical substance. A useless film, neither horror nor comedy—it could easily fit into the Walt Disney genre. Five stars (!) and various amusements reflect the tastes of many consumers of this type of movie from across the ocean that impress the gullible.

Residual album but still good. Sure, Fire... is another thing.

Ugly. She isn't.

Measles review, horrifying and stinging. A ramble without head or tail. Craftsmanship record, certainly good in '73, especially in the use of effects, but heavy in the lyrics and lacking imagination on a compositional level—it feels like an eternal copy-paste of a couple of tracks; today it is outdated and increasingly pays homage to Syd Barrett. The Pink Floyd religion and its followers must be destroyed...

maybe you should feel it better and immerse yourself in the period when he lived. People like her anonymously, before judging, wrote interesting songs with those arrangements and variety of styles—feel in int...then they can talk. Apples and oranges has an incredible wah wah usage, in interstellar overdrive there's a melange of jazz, funky, surf that's amazing. Syd Barrett created a genre, a trend...others followed.