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Aggiungetemi!
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Me today at Rossopomodoro with my favorite: Tuna and "red" onion pizza, arugula, cherry tomatoes, capers, yellow peppers, and smoked provola.

Deli - cious - ly - good!

And nothing, actually no, I'm from Sardinia...!
The Darkness - Rock and Roll Deserves to Die (Official Video)

Anyway, I totally adore these proto-proto-proto muffarrockers Nibelungosardi (me).

And now, go ahead and ban me #senzalcunapieta
Morto Franco Columbu, l'emigrato sardo che divenne Mister Olympia nel culturismo - Repubblica.it he was also a coach & friend of the 38th Governor of California, one Arnold Alois Schwarzenegger, who is 6 years younger... r.i.p.
Il gruppo Tenore Supramonte di Orgosolo al Sentite buona gente (1967) assieme a Peppino Marotto
My uncle from Orgosolo has arrived, he’s staying for a couple of days #maybe
Tonight I'm taking him to zoc.... for dinner, come on.
It seems that @[Mojoman] has certified protonuragike origins in their DNA.
Now:
@[iside]
or
@[G]
either you appoint me immediately as DeAdministrator of DeGroup or one of you invite him here (even for lunch if you want).
UH!
Blasphemy - Fallen Angel Of Doom

In Sardinia (Nation), at breakfast we always listen to the ethereal Blasphemy, sipping Fileferru and feasting on KasuMarzu.

*BE AWARE!*
Il M° Giacomo Monica suona le pietre sonore di Pinuccio Sciola

Yesterday, I was able to visit the Sonorous Garden in San Sperate (CA), a true open-air museum. Beyond the exquisite and unique aesthetics of all Sciola's works, it is touch and hearing that are most surprisingly affected. The stones are polished to an incredible degree, and if touched with the right delicacy, they seem to gurgle water or sound like harps. Our guide claimed that the works cannot be considered musical instruments in the strict sense, but I was not convinced.
Bathory - A Fine Day to Die

The first Bathory was definitely protonuragic inside.
Then it became Basilicatan, as we know.
Sardinia is a sacred place: too many giant tombs testify to this.

Tombs that have been shaped like an endometrium: the passage leading to the uterus, the ultimate place for the creation of life, new life.

And the sacred Sardinian saying (used today with vulgarity in the mouths of many fools): «CI PÓTZAST TORRÁI IN SU KUNNU» (May you return to the vulva, from where you came), is a wish for rebirth through the mother's womb.

The Sumerians already used the word KUN to designate the vulva; a synonym for kunnu is the term udda: it lies in the Sumerian UD Sun, God sun + A locative nominal case (non-directional: it indicates indeed a halt in a place). Therefore, we have UD-DA (this is the exact Sumerian form) indicating the final stop, the final rest, within the Sun.

Adhering to this etymological foundation, we can shed a beam of light on our very strange Campidanese expression: «intránci in sa udda», an optative curse, a wish directed with malice towards someone we want to send, um, to hell.

Despite the negative connotation attributed to the phrase, taken by itself the curse wouldn't be negative at all (how many of us boys do not dream of penetrating the vagina as often as possible?).

The phrase "Intrái in sa udda" is a rare survival illustrating the belief of pre-Christian Sardinians in metempsychosis, in the return to the One, to the One God, to the Omnipotent Spirit, from which they would then be reborn.

We cannot forget, in fact, that the concept of God as the Unitary Essence of the Universe had its epiphany precisely in the Sun, Pure Light, Pure Spirit that generated the World and Humanity and then reassembled it in Itself at the moment of the death of living beings.

Photo 1 Giant Tomb of Osono, Triei (Núoro)

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Photo 2 Sacred Well of Santa Cristina, Paulilátino (Oristano)