I certainly don't seek indulgence in this remarkable & varied jumble of DeBasica, which, however, attracts me like a moth to a blazing light, or a fly to the Noble feces.
But there’s one thing I must say, even at the cost of seeming unpleasant: Mariella, here, is one of me.
Is it life?

A piece that makes me cry every time, tears like a big bull.
Fellinian, what can I say.
Così è la vita Mariella Nava