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Great review of the latest map!.. what memories in Greece.. what memories of the Rizla+..

Listened to again after so many years today. Always delightful, no doubt about it!

Guiltily late, I arrive only now, but it has been a long and compressed day, and I find the time only now. Headphones on my ears and Purity echoing faintly between my eardrums... I struggle to speak after tragic events like yours, especially when they are so unexpected, and I don’t believe that the keyboard of a computer is the best medium to do so, but I try to lighten this moment for you, sure that a simple and warm handshake or an exchange of glances would do much more... but fortunately, the sweetness of the first four minutes and thirty seconds of whispered intro will help me. At first, distant lashes of brass and then subtle palpitations overlap chasing each other among echoes of distant voices, delicate arpeggios, and helical sounds of cello and violin intertwining sinuous; if all of this had a color, it would have the soothing and melancholic tones of blue, as if one were suspended in an azure sky, between a sky blue and a pastel blue. The tones of blue gain substance, what was ethereal becomes volume and we find ourselves in indigo to reach in an instant the night blue that ignites and turns into purple:
If I show you the truth - If I show you the truth
Will you show me the beauty - Will you show me the beauty
If I show you the pain - If I show you the pain
Will you show me the purity - Will you show me the purity
If I show you the scars - If I show you the scars
Will you show me yours - Will you show me yours
It's the same all over… It's the same all over...
Few words suspended between heaven and earth, booming, outlined, lapidary; truth and beauty, pain and purity chase each other here, there, everywhere; it's the same all over and it repeats cyclically. It's life, it's death. Purity, that of the soul, is a rare commodity, and by sharing your pain, you show that you possess it above average. Hello, your mountain friend.
If I show you the truth Will you show me the beauty If I show you the pain Will you show me the purity If I show you the scars Will you show me yours It's the same all over It's the same all over…

Vitriol Algol! hit and sunk. Useless to say that Mannoia in name and in fact.

beware of those who say this review is crap! we are just a hair away from crap... exactly!!!

But wasn't it Ricky Cunningham? Meli, I'm listening!

but how nice it is to ride around the Bolognese hills... 🛵🛵..BIIT BIT BIT...🚒 CRASH ! NE NI NE NIIIIII 🚑..

You really are a rock... deep down I expected it. The deepest woman in Deb!👊
Forget about ghosts...

Yes, not bad!! Mona Lisa is a great single that rocks! I didn’t know them..

You are the pen.