casamorta

Very nice review, Mr. Cornelio. I agree with what you write, imagine I had this original CD and sold it to a market a month after my purchase for 5,000 of the old beloved lira. Ah, good memories, I passed it off as a masterpiece to the unsuspecting pimple-faced buyer, and with his money, I slipped away to drink to his health!! hi hi

Yes, but Paradise Lost opening for Him... I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean, I mean.

worse worse worse...due to my misjudgment, that attractive girl turned out to be a bimbaminkia obsessed with HIM!!! "Well, it’s not a big deal," I thought at first...even when she showed me the tattoo with their logo..."come on, don’t think about it," I told myself...trying to get to the point...but I was left stunned when she told me she had seen HIM in concert with an opening act she didn't know..."some Paradise Lost." What was I supposed to do??? Now I’m cold with fear...

worse worse worse... I'm cold I'm scared... I'm trembling in a corner...

...worse...worse..........

I am here............................... ................................... .......

Three sure signs to (possibly) dismiss a girl: 1) ask her about the last book she read (actually, from her answer you'll understand a lot more, meaning WHETHER she reads or not); 2) steer the conversation towards the music she listens to (if her answer is "reggae," you say you need to go to the bathroom and obviously, you don't come back); 3) does she drink or not??? If she drinks, she is the woman of your life; if she doesn’t, AVOID HER LIKE A CD BY NEGRAMARO, in that case go home late at night and dive back into DeBaser!!! All this because I'm about to go pick up a girl, and I hope I don't run into you tonight. Otherwise, you'll know that one of the above three scenarios has occurred... goodbye deBaseriani!

not to mention (in the review I threw the stone but hid my hand) the influence that Fernando Pessoa, still alive (he died in 1935 if I'm not mistaken), had on the already great Montale. What wonderful, tragic, and fruitful years, dark yet prolific...

I just wanted a recipe and I ended up with pigs, pigeons, and beer goulash!!!! aaaarrrrrgghhh (is the goulash by any chance the one Homer Simpson stuffs himself with in an episode in New York under the Twin Towers?)

Come on, joking aside, does nobody know Pessoa? I can't believe it...