Here I am again, after a day’s break, with my column:
"MaQuestaÈTroppoFacile: ÈIlDiscoDiMiaNonna!".
More overwhelming than a game of scopone scientifico at the retirement residence "I Due Pini",
more coveted than Miss Silvani in revealing outfits,
almost more pleasant than a loud neomelodic neighbor.
So, enough with the chit-chat, eager and trembling vinyl-clad fetishists!
Here’s a new, mysterious image linked to the 'pentagrammed' story that,
I’m sure, you’ll gulp down in one breath.
We are deep underground, in the subway of the Big Apple.
Someone started giving emotions from this image back in 1964.
Break a leg!