And here we are in twenty-twenty-six, the year in which, according to the phantasmagorical “sfascialamiere,” we were supposed to find ourselves on the crest of the end of the world… meanwhile, just to say, even my niece has white hair now… so, to catch our breath for a moment after the shock, while we wait for donald to invade Greenland, let’s have a quick recap of the music from twenty-twenty-five…. The New Eves - Cow Song