carlo cimmino

Hello. Here I am.

Wow! All in all, I've never liked it.

Hi.

In truth, dear geenoo, I've never liked them much either. At least on this we agree. Bye!

Alright, ceremoniously and most politely breaking it down. I will thank you very much for sparing me, since, in fact, I don’t even know how a tennis racket is made. I will come back when I decide to understand something about it. And now I say goodbye as I rush home, because I have to watch Un posto al sole. See you soon!

Beautiful page, esteemed wrecking ball. Truly an excellent choice. And unique, since I don't think anyone has ever reviewed any sporting event. pistolpete, I don't follow tennis: why do you say it has become a "sport for hitters"? A matter of elegance and style? Furthermore, I would be tempted to ask you about the whiny Italian tennis players, but I will resist because otherwise we’ll never wrap this up.

Fantastic review. Among other things, it is enhanced by a remarkable "diaphragmatic" quote that never goes amiss. Logistical impediments prevent me from listening to this, I imagine, masterpiece. But I vote for it based on trust: five. Anyway, their most unsettling manifesto dates back a few years. The smiling face of Follini accompanied the slogan "Io c'entro con il futuro dei tuoi figli." Truly frightening.

Frivolous the Rolling Stones? Stinky...

Axel, meanwhile I apologize for the tone of my previous message. I also want to tell you that I read the book and I didn't like it much either. However, here are three reflections on it: 1. Since a good part of the crap it talks about is something I have to swallow every day, I really don’t think he exaggerated; 2. The author certainly achieved his goal. But I prefer a more strictly political approach to the subject; 3. At one point, I struggled to finish it. But tastes are tastes. That said, I reiterate that making rankings seems unproductive to me. Saying that Saviano exaggerates because he "overestimates" the camorra while Cosa Nostra and 'ndrangheta are much more powerful (which, by the way, remains to be seen if making less noise today means having less power) seems to me like a bit of a neighborhood tough guy talk: all in all, it plays into the hands of those pieces of shit. It is, finally, also true that reflections of this kind push me to emphasize the limits of Saviano's text as mentioned in point 2.

And what does volunteering have to do with this stuff? They didn't go to Africa to be barefoot missionaries among plague-stricken patients and lepers and stinky nuns. Jovanotti, take that one!