drunkedQueen

Fiumani is not a poet, but a state of mind. If you really try it, otherwise you’re screwed. For me, it has always been love and hate, the most painful listening. The knot in your throat that grips you while you think of everything that could have been and then wasn’t. All because of you. It slaps you and pushes you down, but then, an inch from the bottom, it teaches you the art of suspension among your little clouds of smoke, Core. In short, it hit us hard, scaldi. Cimmino isn’t that, no. He’s the closest thing to Fiumani that I’ve ever known. I completely agree with Telespalla, but for me, the manifesto can only be this one: