Saputello

Damn it. If you're 16, the last thing you should do is learn from a user on Debaser. A person who elevates themselves to a moral beacon and mind agitator, and then in real life can’t even tie their shoes. On Debaser, you come to read about music, not to learn life lessons.

The pawns of politics are often the most hilarious.

In a review of santi bailor, all of this was to be expected. And he will be happy about it.

Hello sexy! You should know that I'm very handsome!

"Sunday Morning is a happy song"... whoever said this really got it all right. That's for sure!

I have seen scattered documentaries and films about Pasolini. I can't prove it, because unfortunately (or fortunately) music and words are an art different from mathematics. But I can tell you what I feel. What do I feel? When I stand in front of Pasolini, I see a disillusioned person, disillusioned by everything and everyone, by all ways of living. Sometimes it seems to me that Pasolini lived his pessimism with passion, more than adhering to a certain lifestyle. I don't believe Pasolini ever showcased his lifestyle. Instead, when I hear the Velvet Underground, I sense a lifestyle, which is at times foolish and unknowingly genuine (the laughter after Lou Reed said "heroin"). Pasolini has a filtered realism, heavily reflective. The realism of the Velvet Underground is dry, perhaps irreverent, but immediate. I see them at opposite ends for this reason, yet I also respect your point of view, which is more than respectable. It’s shareable. However, I cannot prove anything. Also because I’m not good at arguing.

Pasolini is outside the circus, while they are the circus.

In fact, I say it with my heart.

What a mistake in your reasoning, I have a penis. So let's throw in "verga" as well, since it has those characteristics too. But no. Because the gaze of the Velvet Underground is different from Pasolini's gaze. Pasolini has an eye that is so reflective and penetrating that it instills insecurity in anyone. They don't; they have the eye of someone who lives, poorly, but lives. Pasolini does not live; he observes. They are light-years apart, truly. I say this with all my heart. And without wanting to be boastful.

I'm sorry, my dear, but I have a penis, and the Velvet Underground has nothing to do with Pasolini. If you compare them, you show that you haven't understood either one or the other.