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I like it, I will definitely come back.
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It looks like my cousin.
The page is too much for my tastes, too much corner of the tear on the face, hugs, and maybe a moral lesson in the end.
It's my fault for not seeing, in a biblical sense, a scrap of a woman in too long.
However, I can't deny that she's well-made.
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Who wouldn't love to live it up?
I believe that if this is the premise, things have definitely gone wrong for the gentleman.
I hope for His sake that I'm wrong.
You are a skilled fisherman; you cast your net and pull beautiful pages of banality from the sea.
In short, besides knowing how to write, you also know what to write about, surprising without boring.
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read slowly in the morning.
Beautifully written but on the balance the accounts don’t add up. Your words are worth much more than the sounds I’ve had a chance to hear.
I’m probably wrong.
Maybe...
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I only know one song from 2018, I listen to it during lunchtime.
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From the first album, they were supposed to explode, yet they are condemned to an eternal limbo. I listened to a few tracks out of curiosity, but they don't fit my tastes; still, from what I've heard, they're too refined for large audiences.
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Until a few years ago, Terry Callier was a mystery. Even drawn in by the cover, I listened to "What Color is Love" without knowing what to expect. He remains a great mystery.
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It left me indifferent unlike his other works. Frankly, even the chatter it has sparked is not deserved.
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I don't know him. I have a strange relationship with Battiato; after the "Voce Del Padrone" overdose, I couldn't stand him.
His work pre-"La Voce del Padrone"? Again, a strange relationship. By popular demand, "Capolavori"; I was listening to the limited edition reprint from the German group, names only known to enthusiasts, but Battiato, nothing. Because of "Voce del Padrone," I had no interest at all.
Only recently has this obsession passed, and with great pleasure, I savor his past. Better late than never.
Your page is too long for my attention, but from what I've read, I'll venture.
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After listening to "Steve McQueen," my friends teased me; I was born in '74, so it was quite daring for our age. Then a single became successful, everyone hummed it, and I recorded it for many, but unfortunately, they only liked the single that they hummed like little dogs in heat. Good times.
My brother, who was the one buying the records and collecting them. God bless him, I later sold almost everything; only the memories remained, but "Swoon" was a big disappointment. I expected a work from such striking singles, but instead, nothing. I picked it up years later, and I think the rest of the story is pointless to tell. He is one of the greats, trends may come and go, but his songs (the ones I know, a few) stay in my heart almost, just as much as when I first listened to them. Perhaps only The Smiths left a nice scar in my heart like him and a few others (which actually are many, very many!). Poor heart.