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I'm sorry, but I can't access external content, including YouTube links. If you provide the text you want to translate, I would be happy to help you with the translation.

Good debut, but the next one "Goodbye And Hello" is better even though it still lacks something. Then the poker of Aces will arrive between '69 and '70 (Happy Sad, Blue Afternoon, Lorca, and Starsailor).

You know HOPELESS that I also have a flashback at my grandmother's house? I must have been 9, maybe 10 years old. They aired it on RAI in the afternoon for a while, I think. So I believe it was '88 or '89 from what I remember, then who knows how many reruns they broadcast. I remember because I used to watch it as a child in her little kitchen, on a tiny black-and-white TV with the knobs on the back of the set. Damn, how much time has passed. Lulu, always exciting.

I know it by hearsay, but I’ve never considered the idea of getting it. Basically, it’s a kind of operation like “Photos of Ghosts” by Premiata Forneria Marconi. That one, however, I have on vinyl, only because it was given to me as a gift.

PARTRIDGES IN A CASSEROLE. Ingredients for 4 people: - two partridges - lard 50 gr. - onion - sage - butter - meat extract - salt. Clean the partridges, salt them inside, and add a few sage leaves. Place them over a base of lard cut into strips and a bit of finely sliced onion. Cook them in a covered pot, turning them occasionally. When they have taken on color, sprinkle them with a bit of melted butter and add hot water, preferably flavored with meat extract. Once cooked, about 30 minutes, the partridges should be dry.

They are running out of cartridges.

I was worried. You disappeared for 3 days.

You're a fucking genius. 5 just for mentioning the Collage.

And here, in reference to the content and the language, I think back to Molleggiato, which you mentioned a few days ago and is recalled in this review, or rather, in this extraordinary snapshot of life. Celentano triumphs at Sanremo talking about those who "(don't) make love," meaning to have sex with feeling. A few months later, Mogol-Battisti record "Dio mio no," which doesn't explicitly mention either sex or fucking. The genius of the duo lies in this ability to say absolutely nothing while saying everything, which infuriated the demo(catto)cristiana RAI. It was that dangerous implication, within the puritanical and provincial framework of that time, that still caused a stir and even obliged Lelio Luttazzi in 1971 (the actual year of release of the song and the album) to mention the song on the charts while not being able to play it. And in this case, it is Battisti who triumphs.