Lostinspace

Oh my God, all you little students of Mariaelena. Damn, the punctuation. The syntax. I understand that you want to convey emotions, feelings, but not like this... What a drag. What the hell do you want me to send you to school for?

Good morning. Let’s quickly patch up this serious shortcoming from the poor and chatty debaserian community that gets lost in useless and empty talk... so much so that many misunderstood souls have left, others hide behind new identities to spew venom, rant with themselves and the world, pointing fingers at (and sometimes insulting) people who seem to have ended up here solely with the desire to torment poor defenseless victims (...uh, it burns knowing that we psychopaths have a life outside the web and that we can also articulate arguments, as well as leave comments that are purely musical, right?) or simply to hide... I say it’s better to be oneself. Always. Even if others tell us we are ugly and bad. Even if they portray us in ways we wouldn’t want. That said, let’s move on to the musical issue that PaciClarissElena is asking about. I know the album, and I didn't particularly like it: I can't say if it's the tones that don't convince me or the product as a whole. The fact is that, after some (I would say very lazy) listens, I set it aside. If I have to say (and I do) something about the review, once again I don’t like your style (without a name by now... but unmistakable), even though I see a greater effort in the use of punctuation. Marié, punctuation is a less noble art than music, but it is equally important because it is an integral part of that other sublime art, which is writing. "Le paroli sono importanti!!" a great Italian director says desperately in one of his films. I add that how they are used is important, especially in a musical and review context. The phrase that gets my attention like "Every man is a prisoner of his own desire?" that you often like to put at the end of your writings makes me lose hope. Perhaps because I don't understand the mystical trance in which you write, your sensitivity, the images you want to evoke? What can I do? They annoy me, unable to add anything. Piled there, randomly, underlining something expressed in a completely inadequate way. Not to mention the "connubio e FEELING tra natura 'acquatica' e musica." We have a language so rich and varied, and you hit me with the most petty of Englishisms in your lofty poetic attempts? I can say this without you being offended and telling me I use an offensive and decadent language. Because you also (and I’ve read you well, I assure you!) do exactly the same when responding to critiques and comments, both vulgar and not. I can't stand people who preach well and practice poorly. We are feet full of moralist honesty who give us lectures while having the dirtiest conscience of Cooloras's farts.
I’ll conclude by saying that if it’s embarrassing for you to justify certain things happening on this site, it’s embarrassing for me to read your pathetic complaints filled with sensitivity and pride. It’s certainly not my intention to persecute you in order to make you leave, on the contrary? Some of the things you listen to I also enjoy very much. It would be nice to have that conversation you hope for. It’s just that it’s impossible with you, because even in the face of the slightest irony, you take offense, curl up, get angry, complain, write anathemas, create fakes, invoke divine justice and such things. Pathetic. You are now a prisoner of this role of a whiny sacrificial victim. And you try to create different identities to escape the tunnel you’ve gotten yourself into. Pointlessly. And then... If you don’t like Metallaro, there's no need to play the shapeshifter. He’s in love, and you’ll break his heart, but throw the truth in his face. It will always hurt less than 37 thundering centimeters.

So, my friend, confidante, snack buddy... come on, Mariaelena... you’re not going to turn into that smiling/tessio/tabba and his whole cheerful bunch of characters who have conversations with themselves... right?

Alright, I'll give it a try... are you by any chance Clarissa's sister?

No, come on... maybe I was mistaken... yet... it feels like I have a déjà vu...

Ucci ucci I smell a scent...

Ah! You say "I would be grateful if you WASHED and IRONED them for me." What the hell am I sending you to school for?

We, on the other hand, have prepared a box of Chicco pacifiers for you, along with the car that has a horn, blinkers, and a moving windshield wiper. I know you like it... If you’re good next Christmas, we’ll also get you a little rattle, okay? In the shape of a dung beetle. Now go play because we have adult things to do... but don’t be upset; if you put in your best effort, one day you'll get there too.

Does anyone have a 10 key because the third level of my scaffolding is a bit unstable?

Here. As Orestes said, fuck off!