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(second part), in life one must choose which side to be on, reality or fantasy...? Let’s stay in fantasy and not choose; let’s allow ourselves to be everything and nothing, let’s play, love, argue, leave and be together, at least here, in the virtual world... I have always envied the people I call "wedges"... thought, determination, consequent action, achievement of the goal. Unfortunately, they are far from me... one's own parts (sometimes a little uncomfortable) even if antithetical or diametrically opposed must be allowed to coexist, otherwise one becomes ill... And so we have also learned to accept that on this site each of us is free to embody the dream they prefer to live, even through their own nickname, without putting too much weight on it. Welcome Zaireeka, usually you really become friends after having argued a bit ;)

:) You see, Zaireeka, you arrived after de-baser had gone through a major upheaval, including the site's blackout, perhaps also due to the continuous squabbling among the de-baserians themselves as well as within the editorial team. Since then, we have learned that maybe it’s better to "judge" each other less and listen more, considering that we all felt nostalgic when the site’s blackout prevented us from interacting. With the metal group, there have been endless discussions since the beginning of de-baser: one of the accusations was that they were too exclusive and wouldn’t open up to others, while they accused others of constantly receiving insults for their music and the jargon they adopted. After the site reopened, the general happiness softened us, and I don't think I was the only one to notice that even the metalheads started to feel part of the group, participating in forums (Fallen was super nice in offering to judge the wet t-shirt contest, and all the de-baser ladies who lurked in the forum applauded him as if he were the most famous and obvious NickGhostDrake) and in the usual nonsense that characterizes the site itself. We have all come to the conclusion that, as Cleo/Penelope pointed out (first part)

(Fallen seems to me like a person who needs to be understood, and if what he writes is true, he seems more like a victim of "extremist Catholic" parents.) So, Zaireeka, this is why I’m pulling your ears. How can you be so sure of this? It’s a heavy subjective judgment to make about a person, and even if it were true, it is unnecessarily cruel. What purpose does it serve? Is it constructive? No, it only makes Fallen feel like an idiot, and that's not right. I don’t apply violent words, actions, or thoughts in my own life either; I appreciate dark sides just like those you mentioned, and I would also add Apocalipse Now Redux, which in its original completeness is a masterpiece. However, I also consider it equally brutal, violent, and wrong to pass judgment, especially based on a music review, on a person you've never even seen face to face. Even assuming that Fallen is as you think, it’s still cruel how you treated him. We can discuss and compare while remaining on an objective level, leaving each person to their own age, their own degree of awareness, their own life choices, and their own experiences without judging or, even less, offending them. This is what I think, Zaireeka.

It might seem like a parody, but something perplexes me...

Hal is right. I don't know them either, but it feels a bit off to hear them compared to the best De Andrè... I mean, sentiment is one thing, but class isn't just anything. Have they by any chance written something even remotely comparable to "La Ballata dell'Impiccato"?

I don't know them, but the review is honest. :)

Look, out of excitement, you made me make a mistake: Yes, I mean to say...

Matteo :))) now that's how we reason. Well done! I'm proud of you too!

By the way, anonymous, the usual straw tail, huh? Loud voice but hidden, right? Are you part of the usual crew by any chance? Because if that's the case, you know where you need to go, right?

Well, now it seems too much to me. I don't agree and I don't like this; it's just another joke at my expense. As long as we're joking and laughing, everything is fine, but if the joke goes too far, it becomes burdensome. This is more than burdensome; it has really become tiresome.