Faust'o
J'accuse... Amore Mio

"J'accuse.. Amore mio le mie braccia non stringono più, muovono lenti metalli nell'erba e un grido si spezza fra noi. Merda... Amore mio e tienimi tienimi è un bacio un pò strano lasciarsi ammazzare."

Can these fifty-six seconds of poetry be enough to judge an entire Album?

Then with the final scream, the true Italian New Wave begins, another jewel "Piccole anime", where among phrases in four different languages, the Maestro plays again with death, suicide, citing various Socrates Sharon Tate Jesus Christ, yet in the end we are just Little Souls.

Here we could already turn off the stereo and go out to the street completely unkempt but the last track is a real attack on the whole world that leaves nothing for us.

"...And this shitty world that doesn't know where to go. Bastard arrows that don't know where to go. And while everything falls I would like to stand up and see this river that advances swells and overwhelms everything and wins for us."

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