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A beautiful review like we haven't seen in a while. Well done!

I remember it too.

Beautiful for Don, finally someone who knows this poor guy Malaparte. In the end, it's better this way; he could have ended up between a Topolino and a CD with puppets on it. Poor to a certain extent.

Of course, all that was said above, surrounded by pink, little wildflowers, and lots of SMACK SMACK... just make sure to get out of my email box... or if you really want to stay in my email box, say something worthy of my email box :) SMACK SMACK

Yes, all very nice. Long live Pantani, M Cannavò, long live the pussy and those who punish it. The Sunday sports show is over, go in peace... change the channel because on the regional networks they are showing porn or turn on the PlayStation. For nonsense, there are videogame reviews or maybe you can review an article from Gazzetta, because here, after all, everything can be reviewed. This page is attributed to Curzio Malaparte. I understand that for people raised on comics, video games, and records with cartoon characters drawn on them, this name doesn’t mean anything... but if this name means nothing to you, then you are not welcome. Talk about Malaparte, a great man who also offered a popular-national side for those beasts who aren’t likely to seek out La Pelle, Kaput, and other heavy stuff, and despite the popular-national aspect, you don’t give a rat’s ass about it. Well done, well said. Do whatever you like, but do it on and with your email box.

Nice piece, too bad it’s not theirs, but by King Crimson... I Talk to the Wind. No credits, so it’s plagiarism. Plagiarizing!

Why do you wonder, Vortex? :)

"As far as I know, Curtis didn't like the Pistols at all." No, in fact... he just decided to sing after a Pistols concert. A trifling matter.

In fact, beyond football, nothing. At most a bit of Curling when they show it during the winter Olympics, not because I like it, but because it's surreal and a bit absurd... so much so that I didn't buy this book because it talks about Coppi and Bartali, but for the author's name... a weighty name, so weighty that cycling is just a pretext used to discuss the personalities, the two personalities, that traversed Italy in those times.

I agree, Franz. In America, there were quite a few spiritual children of Joy Division... for example, Mission of Burma, Flipper, the early Big Black, a bit of Sleepers... but each had its own stylistic signature. The same goes for MDID.