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I've heard great things about it.

So many beautiful people who appreciate the record, I just can't help but listen to it.

I've been listening to it for two days, on loop. The reverberations sound more evocative at night (in the headphones) and the singer has a great voice. With each listen, it grows, it stands out beautifully.

Here I am again, doctor. What can I say, great as always, in a topic that is science but also borders on "fanta-", even if it fundamentally concerns scientific work. Personally, I believe we will not only lack the possibilities but also the time to attempt a hypothetical colonization, and that natural cycles and resource scarcity will soon force us to return to the "range of mammals." And not only that. Humanity has appeared so recently that it is impossible to establish whether it can truly consider itself "the evolved species" (evolved based on what? What are the parameters used to decide?) or if it is instead a disturbance, an inconvenience in the course of evolution. Viewed in this light, it wouldn’t even be "fair" (again, we could discuss the term endlessly) to colonize a planet that apparently has internal potentials to follow its own history. But we are talking about enormous concepts, so let’s talk about nothing :) Regards.

I'm too tired to argue, I'll review tomorrow, doctor.

Certo! Per favore, inviami il testo che desideri tradurre.

I've been hearing them for about a week now, and I'm one of the idiots stuck in Bullhead :) Little by little... good job, Franci, anyway.

It's a pity not to be able to admire Rupert Sciamenna anymore.

In the town where Orietta Berti was born, there is Piazza Lenin. And in the middle, a bust of Lenin. When you think about it, it’s hard to believe. Piazza Lenin was a bit of an eyesore, but now they are fixing it up. A dark metal head and at its feet some dedications and a few flowers. It’s written that it was cast in 1920 and then donated by a section of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Because, and this is the truly crazy thing, Lenin has been the honorary mayor of Cavriago forever. No one has ever revoked the decision of the town council from back then. The square remained Piazza Lenin, and the locals are proud of it.
Nine thousand souls on the outskirts of Reggio Emilia. The mayor was elected by a left-wing majority, without a center, making even Enver Hoxha and Kim Il Sung envious. They had closed the cinema and many decided that Cavriago couldn’t possibly be without one. They formed a club, came up with two projects, and in a year, here it is: a multiplex right in the center with first-run films that attract people from outside to see them. Cooperative Cinema Theatre Novecento: the members number in the hundreds, all volunteers like at the Festa dell’Unità. And on some evenings, there’s a councilor tearing tickets, on some evenings, Jukka Reverberi, on some evenings, Federica, the mayor's daughter, a young comrade who is quite pretty. Remember the Madonna that cried blood in Civitavecchia? A few years ago, all the newspapers were talking about it, considering the possibility of a miracle as a given. Well, in a burst of rebellion against such stupidity, during those days, even the bust of Lenin began to weep.
It was even mentioned by Komsomolskaya Pravda: "Near Reggio Emilia, in Italy, overwhelmed by unusual disgust, a dark statue of comrade Lenin shed white tears like the ships in the port of Arkhangelsk."