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Ah! But it’s very easy!" replied Bambule' and he was not wrong when he said: "Love!"
The Peacock was courteous, when he lost he surrendered and said: "Here! Now the enchantment is broken"
and Bambule', overwhelmed with laughter and tears, joyfully flew from the love he now had,
from the beautiful Melarancia who was now waiting for him.
Bambule' then looked for him, and shortly after he found him.
This is the story I learned from three clowns I met about a mysterious peacock,
about his slippery mirror that gives you fantasy, but then takes you away,
about his strange riddle, of great and beautiful love.
A lovely fairy tale... Bye!!!

This is the story I learned from three clowns I met about a mysterious peacock,
about his slippery mirror that gives you imagination, but then takes you away,
about his strange riddle, about a great and beautiful love.
They talked for hours about love and psychiatry, Melarancia then said to him:
"You have imagination! Aah! If you want to see me again, you must go to a Peacock
but be careful, whoever sees him falls in love.
He trapped me with his enchanted mirror and stole my love for himself.
But if you guess the riddle he will then give you my freedom.
He lives far away, but it's easy to get there, he's in a hotel called 'Rainbow',
dancing all day and looking at himself in the mirror: he's serene, calm, never grows old.
He only eats a flower called Narcissus and in return gives you paradise."
Bambule' then searched for him and shortly after found him.
This is the story I learned from three clowns I met about a mysterious peacock
about his slippery mirror that gives you imagination, but then takes you away,
about his strange riddle, about a great and beautiful love.
The Peacock worked in a colorful newspaper surrounded by clothes, photos, flowers.
I said to him, "I’ll give you, if you want, a beautiful dream, if you don’t want, here’s the riddle for you.
What tastes like salt but is sweeter, sweeter than honey?"

no no please don't get mad... I'm sorry but I keep listening to that music also because my boyfriend likes it a lot... it's not bad... what kind of metal do you (caz e moon) listen to? bands?

Good morning to all de-baserians. Yesterday I didn't write anything, so today I’ll try to catch up. Good morning (or perhaps it's better to say good evening) to psyco as well. Good morning also to my Bambule' who has just gotten up and is at home because today is a student strike. Good morning also to G___a` and her little girl (are you really a dad???)... Now I’m off to have a nice cup of coffee... Kisses kisses

Well! For me, being Italian abroad has been just that, at least at first. Twelve thousand kilometers away from my homeland makes a difference. And anyway, it's right that everyone expresses their own ideas. In fact, I truly "revel" in this controversy!!! I adore you all (I mean all of you!!!)

"Dear diary... Today marks three months since I've been here in George Town (Penang - Malaysia)... Alright! I'm not crying anymore... I no longer get headaches when I go shopping and I don't bring the dictionary to translate product labels with me. I've even gotten used to understanding the strange accent with which they speak (speak? here no one speaks, they just croak!) English. Devon is calmer; she has finally made some friends, and today for the first time when I went to pick her up from school, I found her with a group of classmates; and the incredible thing...: she was laughing!!! Good. Today I can finally say that it was a nice day, despite the torrential rain this morning, the snake (was it a two-meter boa? or an anaconda?) that I dragged home because it got stuck between the wheels and the right-hand drive, which despite my efforts makes me nauseous every time I enter a road. Alright! I promise not to complain anymore... Also because among the imported products at Cosmart, I found spaghetti!!! Tonight we celebrate: pasta alla pummarola! I would have never imagined that buying a measly little pack of Barilla pasta would make my day end in an even more fantastic way!"

Hal... you're right. I just de-reviewed a CD by Anselmo-'Delmo that contains, in my opinion, some of his most beautiful songs... and everything you write is part of other, more recent albums, which I'm not discussing. Long live freedom of expression and freedom of thought.

Well... Well! I know the song, and I know the phrase in question too. In fact, Zucchero here takes up the famous phrase just to take a jab at his ex-wife, who often loved to quote the famous Nietzsche... and nice that says...??? What plagiarism!!!

This instead is for Luca Reed. How did you guess that I know nothing about blues??? Wow! Either you’re a visionary or you know me personally... Too bad it’s not true. In fact (just think about it) I don’t know blues... Hihihi! I sing it. And while browsing the internet looking for new songs and lyrics, I came across this: Albums of Purgatory interview Volbeat, from which I extract the following question and answer: "D. What was the last CD you bought and what did you think of it? R. It was a cd with an Italian guy called "Zucchero". There is a really good track on where he sings with "John Lee Hooker" and I love John Lee Hooker, but the rest of the cd is also great." BOOM-BOOM... Raining in my heart...

As for my de-review: well! I’ve known and admired Adelmo since times unanticipated... and I repeat, I preferred him before... before all this success, before all the chatter about his alleged copying. How disgusting! And if I'm not mistaken... I think all these "things" reminiscent of striscia la notizia or novella 3000 annoy him too (after all, the musical notes are only seven... and the mass/media saturate us with sounds at every moment...). Perhaps deep down he longs for the days when he wrote (DE-SCOOP!!!) for Fred Bongusto... Hehehe! Sugar... Ohooo! Ohoo! Soul in depressschiooonnn!!!
But can anyone tell me why... when someone truly talented, appreciated abroad, who also sells a good image of Italy (lately very inflated), finally emerges and manifests itself on the Italian artistic horizon, we "brothers," "compatriots" (there's an inn on the Piave!!!) always have to belittle them??? It's a phenomenon I've often noticed during my various stays abroad; it almost seems that we Italians (or italioti) suffer from an inferiority complex, or rather, I would define it as “Oedipal” towards the rest of the world... Boh!?! To Caesar!!! But this Empire... are we doing it or not??? Mah...!?! These Italians are crazy... hehehe!!!
Round moon over the seaaa!...
Ooonlyyyyyyouuuu!!!
But have you ever noticed how similar these two intros are??? And Zucchero here has no blame...! Yup!!!