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What the fuck kind of review is this. Come on...

Yes, I agree with galensorg. A genre that leaves me completely indifferent, if not perplexed. You are competent as usual.

Exactly, galen. Give it a listen to relationship... if you find that crap too, it means that ATDI are not your thing.

Beautiful Conte. Passionate. And who doesn't love Zeppelin is hearing impaired! :-)

Nice review, but what a fright. Heheh.

Christ ... for a moment I feared this Solange ... fear.

Hi Serenella,
don’t do anything silly, stick to Deb and write.
The feedback is all positive and you’re very skilled.
Deb is a place where Art is discussed in all its forms, and it was missing a passionate and pleasant perspective like yours.
Different from the usual.
Now, the nature of the site consciously exposes us to the judgment of anyone, and it’s not always possible to please everyone.
Just like in life.
Pleasing everyone can’t be a goal, come on.
I’d say this is a characteristic of the human condition, not just of the site, which ultimately is a snapshot of reality, more or less distorted.
Just weigh where this feedback is coming from, and don’t give it too much importance.
You don’t need this crew to know you’re good at what you do, but this crew can take pleasure in reading you.
That’s the case in the vast majority of instances.
A hug.
Have a good day :-)
Think about it.

How can you not care for this asshole Robbie?

And then I wanted to return to your zodiac mania...
You reminded me of a peer, upper class, met at the only social occasion I attend each year, the birthday party of a dear friend of mine.
Doctors, lawyers, and then there she was, with her plastic surgery that had turned her into a (I imagine) caricature of herself, siliconed and homogenized.
Invisible asshole beneath her nose, cheekbones like an alien race, lips so inflated you could lay on them and paddle... you get the type? Rich and bored.
Well, she comes up to me and starts outlining my astrological chart. With pretensions of entering the intimate sphere, drawing completely erroneous conclusions, deluding herself into revealing hidden aspects of my character.
So, since I’m a bit of an asshole and at these parties I look like Peter Sellers in Hollywood Party (wandering around like an idiot, smiling with my plate and no social intentions), I decide to play along.
First, I tell her that yes... she has really got it, then no... I wouldn’t say that.
She goes crazy trying to untangle this inextricable astrological mess, does her research, her calculations don’t add up, maybe it’s the rising sign, but are you sure you were born at noon???
Then, once I achieved the minimum time of stay, I said goodbye to my friend Andre and I sublimated.
So... please, try not to remind me too much of this astro-obsessed woman.
I would be grateful.
Ahahahahhahh

Giorgione reminds me of one of the cerebral palsy kids I had in foster care (no easy irony... I know it's a paradox). It's better if I don't go into details; I would severely tarnish the heights and grace that this page achieves. As usual. Beautiful!
You know, my little one is attending the art high school, as I already told you. He will probably follow in your footsteps, although it's too early to say whether he'll pursue architecture – there are excellent chances. This is quite curious. Well, one of these evenings I'll have him read your critical insights, so he can see a bit how one approaches things.