cappio al pollo

But how do you want a man to die in war? My grandmother died last December; she had pulmonary edema. What is pulmonary edema? An excessive accumulation of interstitial fluid in the lungs. Isn't that enough for you? Do you enjoy pretending to be outraged over something that not even a picture can help you understand? Before she died, my grandmother went through several respiratory crises; she would stop breathing, her tongue would stick out, and her gaze would drift into the afterlife, she would lose consciousness and - as long as it went "well" - after several attempts to help her breathe in some way (opening her mouth, pushing her tongue down with our hands which became incredibly cumbersome in her mouth, etc.), she would come back to her loved ones - all in tears, terrified - as if nothing had happened, just with a few less brain functions. And so it continued until the end. An overactive old woman, despite her advanced age, whose life was seen to dissolve, fade, in less than a day. Until, finally, she curled up in a corner of her bed, made herself tiny and completely absent, stopped breathing and continued to linger a little longer, until her jugular - the only thing in her body still showing signs of life - stopped pulsating. She bid farewell with two grimaces (just grimaces, but due to suffocation) and that was that. You don’t care about all this, but now you might pretend to be outraged over her ordeal too. Maybe I should have taken a photo of her instead of wasting time putting my hands in her throat; it might have been a great testament to how one dies in those circumstances.

I take your husband to your front bedroom, I cut his balls off with my knife... KNIFE! I make him eat them right there, in front of his pregnant wife... WIFE!

GiovanniA did even better instead. For me, the technical notes, which were also incorrect, could have been put aside. And along with Hedges and Emmanuel, I would also mention Don Ross.

Ah, not him. All clear. I was afraid I was older than I thought.

Did Stefano90 already think about it in '76?

The Godfather with music by Badalamenti would have seemed like an anthropological treatise focused on the psyche of criminals.

So, to rape the first scantily dressed woman seen on the street, simply because one cannot quell the uncontrollable desire to please, would that be nothing more than a physiological violation of the woman's freedom/life/sexuality in order to love oneself a little, or a bit more? You see, I think the difference lies in the exchange: love is towards the other, bringing pleasure to oneself is selfishly right and pleasant, precisely, but it is not love. Of course, it is love for oneself, but it’s not the love I mean and I suppose Agosti means the same when he says that one lives on love. Telespalla, who responds with undeniable critical tone to what I have said with a bunch of nonsense, well, that doesn’t sit well with me. Hats off to the speech of the slave. I know that it’s an example of Agosti's genius, I wouldn’t mention it otherwise in the previous comment to Iside, but that does not refute my dilemma and, above all, does not authorize you to launch a demagogic comment that also tries to morally slap mine. Finally, "5 almost disregarding" means absolutely nothing. Nothing against you, my friend, you are, moreover, a commendable admirer of the immeasurable poetics of FF (who is not Federico Fellini), but remember... never go against a Corleone.

Come on, we boast a whopping 675254476452²² (six hundred seventy-five billion, two hundred fifty-four million, four hundred seventy-six thousand and four hundred fifty-two to the power of twenty-two) on Master of Puppets. What do you think 3 (three) reviews mean for this album?

I may not know how to read, but I believe it should have been titled "One Lives on Pleasure." I don't see the love that is supposed to come through in a work like this, in short. Either you messed up the review, or he finally missed the mark, or, much more likely, I don't know how to read. In any case, he remains legendary, at least for his discourse on the slave.