cappio al pollo

A dizzying trajectory that lasts almost ten years would have never reached the stars if it hadn't started from these heights. Today I feel poetic.

here we go beyond the usual 90. A hymn to the doggy style with the back arched.

great recovery. Surprising your top scores, I expected you to be a bit more sophisticated (/snobbish :)).

Yes, but someone should urge the two individuals above, who are prepared listeners, to at least get "Down Colorful Hill." And someone else should persuade hj to dig deeper into the discography of Sun Kil Moon, because the masterpiece must be there... or maybe not. Damn ghosts.

No, Hj.

I beg you, dieeee

I do not agree, for me fear is the greatest feeling of human beings, one that guards us all within the sentiment of sex: sex. As for the rest, I did not understand what you meant when you wrote: "To sail better waters, lift now the sails of the little vessel of my intellect, which leaves behind such a cruel sea; and I will sing of that second realm where the human spirit is purged and becomes worthy to ascend to heaven. But here let the dead poetry arise, O sacred Muses, since I am yours; and here let Calliope rise somewhat, continuing my song with that sound of which the wretched Muses felt the blow so much that they lost hope. Sweet color of oriental sapphire, which was gathering in the serene aspect of the mid, pure to the first circle, to my eyes began delight, as soon as I emerged from the dead air that had saddened my eyes and chest. The beautiful planet that comforts with love made all of the east smile, veiling the Fishes which were in its escort. I turned to the right, and set my mind to the other pole, and saw four stars never seen before except by the first people. The sky seemed to rejoice at their flames: oh northern widow site, since you are deprived of seeing those! As I departed from their gaze, turning slightly to the other pole, from where the Chariot had already disappeared, I saw near me an old man alone, worthy of such reverence in appearance that no son should owe more to any father. He had a long beard mixed with white hair, resembling his hair, of which a double braid fell to his chest. The rays from the four holy lights adorned his face with such light that I could see him as if the sun were in front of me. 'Who are you who against the blind stream have escaped the eternal prison?' he said, moving those honest feathers. 'Who has guided you, or who was your lantern, coming out of the deep night that always makes the infernal valley dark? Are the laws of the abyss thus broken? Or has a new counsel changed in heaven, that you, damned, come to my grottos?' My guide then took hold of me, and with words and hands and reverent gestures made me bow my legs and brow."

I will do it. Also because you linked a noteworthy track in the playlist. As for your writings, I prefer others, but not bad anyway.

I would rather buy it for the cover, rest assured it will be useful for something. Got it, Flo? You can be sure of that.

it's not exactly the usual "if you don't like this, you don't know shit about music," but let's be clear, anyone who doesn't recognize this as a good album is really wasting their time trying to position themselves as a defender of music criticism. I go against the grain and happily accept the label of someone who listens to crap music, even though, in reality, I haven't listened to it in years and I generally enjoy quite different sounds, but I stand by the timid praises for the album found on the page.