Mr_Iko

So... now I'll think about it and then I'll comment seriously. My problem at this moment is deciding whether to tell you "well done, you were concise but effective" or "fuck you, that album deserves much more accuracy and warmth in its description, especially the sorrow present in the heart-rending For The Love Of God deserves more emphasis"... Yeah, let me think about it and I'll answer you calmly. Be Afraid!

For Livio: check out the documentary "Transformer" (they also aired it a few weeks ago with the espresso in the newsstands) then tell me if Bowie gave little to Reed... come on!

I give a 5 to the reviewer, in the shade I refresh myself and rest in a gentle air. I give a 5 to Coltrane, who at least has the dignity of seeming to be a dream. I give a 5 to those who listen to Coltrane and in him feel and languish the mysterious wound of emotion.

!!! I can’t take it anymore being walled in, in desire without love. Show us a trace of justice. What is your law? Strike down my poor emotions. Free me from the unrest. I’M TIRED OF SCREAMING WITHOUT A VOICE.

Vic Sorriso, you’re so ignorant that you didn’t catch the most important quote... I wrote Sanguinetti and Aristophanes for you, but that of Ungaretti... you’re a total loser, and then you tell me you could write speeches: be ashamed and go back to middle school, if not elementary school! If I don’t give you the source, you can’t figure it out... IDIOT! For GIO: don’t teach me self-irony, my comments are filled and stuffed with it; if you can’t pick it up, I recommend a good orthoptist...

Try to understand (I know it's hard for you) that I don't care that you might have given this record a zero, something I don't fully agree with but don't abhor either; what bothers me is the tone of a "dockworkers' union" you used. If I were you, I would start studying Italian again. Sanguinetti rulez... If you only know three words of Chinese, you can't say you know Chinese! Clear? Do you want an explanatory ideogram?

As the old wise man ARISTOPHANES used to say: youth ages, immaturity fades away, drunkenness becomes sobriety, and ignorance can become wisdom. But there’s one thing that never changes: IT IS STUPIDITY! You are an unchanging thing, Vic...

But why do you publish this nonsense? In what state of mind can I invite someone to read the pages of this site? What would they think of me after reading this load of crap? I mean...

I try to listen to your lament, oh insolent neighbor, but I understand neither the narrative you propose nor the plot of your sailing. In short: you are a buffoon. Don’t respond with comments like "you're the buffoon, I’ll smash your head..." or things like that. You knew very well (unless you’re a genuine brain-damaged person) that you would provoke this type of reaction. Anyone who writes such a concentrated load of nonsense (if I diluted this review in a little water, we would have enough material for ten electoral rallies of the knight) cannot be offended if they attract a few names. A name that I joyfully entrust to you: you are rude, arrogant, slimy, incompetent, obtuse, trivial, a pointless scrap of an old farmer lying by the roadside waiting to be dried up by the sun. I pity you. I’m going back to Mars, I don’t think I’ll miss DeBaser. Until we never meet again, idiot.

THE DESIRE TO RETURN TO MARS HITS ME LIKE A THUNDERBOLT! I've never read so much nonsense all at once. I’m opposed to the concentration of stupidity in a few individuals; I prefer stupidity to be distributed proportionally among many... but it seems that when the stupidity dispenser was opened, dear (?) ViC Sorriso glued himself directly to the tap with some Loctite smeared on his lips! And I’m reminded of some dear words from a deceased old jurist: "Dall'ampia ansa dell'alba, Svelata alberatura, DOLOROSI RISVEGLI, foglie, sorelle foglie, VI ASCOLTO NEL LAMENTO."