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no, pugliamix

Very nice, aside from the syntax rapes of the Italian language.

Long live imagination.

Pugliamix, the story is Emma Zunz (sometimes online I've found the title Emma Zung) and it's part of the collection "The Aleph". Since you're a fan (I've read, apart from an ultra-cheap collection of thoughts and poems, La Cifra, L'Aleph, and Ficciones), can you recommend something else? What's your favorite story (mine might be The Aleph)? Finally, in the same genre, do you like Buzzati?

Now enough, otherwise we’ll make the whole site LAUGH (you and me, but mostly me)!!!

But now enough, otherwise we’ll end up doing (you and I, but me first) the entire site!!!

Sorry, Fallen, one last thing. I’m a bit of a compiler myself (though with a certain amount of experience considering my venerable age and my profession....). What do you mean by saying "the text is not a negligible part of a lyric"? Were you referring to a song?

There are just two last things. 1) Don’t read the reviews as if you were a compiler for a programming language (sorry, I have a PhD in information science, professional deformation).. 2) I love poetry, I have a background in classical studies, but if you have something to recommend (it seems you like decadence) I would be grateful. Just don’t suggest the lyrics of a Dark Metal album, because those are not poetry, with all due respect.

Listen, Fallen, since you don't seem like a stupid fool (although certainly a bit stubborn and sensitive), I've decided to give you a bit of slack again. After all, I was much more extreme than you at your age. I just want to say that everything we think, our tastes, the things we believe in blindly, are never completely the flour of our soul. Therefore, we always take a bit from the context in which we live. There's a beautiful story by J.L. Borges that revolves around the existence in a single life of a chain of causes and effects, perpetrators and victims, where, however, the protagonists pass down, after many years, and exchange faces and roles, and a person who is not directly responsible for our pain (or for an outrage we have suffered) pays for everyone. I have the impression that for you that person might be me... But you are an intelligent young man and one day you will understand that it is all pointless...

Fallen, you are right. But poetry doesn’t change for 900 fewer sparrows...