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Rating: Sometimes there are people who are more or less courageous than others. These people often don’t swallow everything and don’t always bow their heads. They may stagger, take a few too many hits, but they resist and continue to fight, in winter, in spring, in summer, and they don’t care if people are on their side. The important thing is to feel good about oneself; the important thing is to make art, to write a text that conveys something more than a mere accumulation of sounds. It is also true that often by creating a sound that touches perfection, one feels stronger, and all the evil that has been turned against you turns back against your enemy in a chain reaction. Sure, you have many wounds, but he has more... ... ... ... Sometimes, you fight for ideals, for an affirmation, for a thought, for a religion. I fight for music, for everything that expresses art and makes this world a little more livable. Writing something constructive under the notes of this CD is easy because it allows me to appreciate my world a little more, and to defend it, I must fight. I can’t believe there is so much censorship, fake balances, powerful people, infamies in the world. Unfortunately, the more I walk through the city, the more I expand my knowledge, the more I realize that corruption has spread everywhere. This time, however, the much-talked-about wounds will not heal soon but will close when all the anonymous comment on this review, calling me a visionary fool. I will answer that I live on dreams and memories... memories of something that was there before and is no longer there. I remember that one day in November, while listening to this CD, I turned on the computer, opened the internet, and searched a search engine for a site where reviews could be written, and I found it. I entered just to take a look, but then the day went by so fast that I stayed there all afternoon, listening to that devil of a CD... I had already learned it by heart... and meanwhile, on that site, I continued to learn and discover many unknown bands... ... and I liked it a lot because getting to know a little better those who wrote the reviews, I understood that they were normal people like me, and I realized that I could also try my hand at the same operation and then find comments (of lynching and beating) under my review after a few days, and I was happy. For once, there was no more the powerful one who took advantage of the weak with his means, the one who imposed himself and forced others to do what he commanded... ... . Then one fine day at the end of May, I decided to insert the same CD that made me fall in love with that site, which expressed equality and fraternity (also a bit of envy and pride;), and I discovered that even here the "powerful" had arrived and changed the rules of the game. The Procol Harum CD broke in two, just like the ideals that revolved around the site. Things are no longer as they were before, we are no longer all on the same level, and happiness, the songs, didn't matter much more than your name... ... ... I am not among those with a nice name, and I no longer have what to write; I only have to fight... . I went out of the house and bought a CD... . IT'S CALLED THE BEST OF PROCOL HARUM. And the desire was reborn in me for that great site where music and culture were discussed, and where above all, it was once done all together... ... ... Ded to: those who want the old debaser with the good, bad, short, and long reviews all together... ... ... . . I love you... ... ... ... . with first to the thousand reviews. . dedicated to all of you!!!!DAJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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