Giorgio Gaber - La Democrazia
Today more than ever. April 25th
 
Montgomery clift trumpet

Fred Zinnemann (2 of 3)
"From Here to Eternity" (1953)

#35mm
 
Air - The Ragtime Dance

Air - from "Air Lore" 1979 (Arista Novus)

#jazzlegends
 
Whitewater
The first time I heard it, it was an adrenaline rush. Brant Bjork is definitely stoned! On the other hand, Josh Homme has always given me the impression of a clever Wasp. Hmm.
 
'The Last Dance' exclusive trailer and footage: The untold story of Michael Jordan and the Bulls
Today I literally drank the first 2 episodes of the series on Netflix. A must-watch!
 
Wardruna — Solringen
The Cult of the Sun.
 
Portishead - Roseland New York City
SOUL FOOD - CAFE - FUNKY KITCHEN (Sessions)
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine
 
La Brigata Garibaldi - Canto Partigiano
January 31, 1945

Edda

I want to write you these last, few lines. Edda, unfortunately, they are the last, yes, fate wants it this way; I hope they bring you some comfort in such sad misfortune.

Edda, I have been sentenced to death, they are killing me; however, they are killing my body, not the idea within me. I am dying, dying without any regret; on the contrary, I am proud to sacrifice my life for a cause, for a just cause, and I hope that my sacrifice is not in vain but instead helps in the great struggle. That cause which I have served until today, asking for nothing in return, always hoping that one day every sacrifice will be rewarded. For me, the best reward would have been to see the idea I served, even if for a short time, bloom; I did so faithfully.

Edda, fate separates us, fate kills our love, that love that I held for you and that was waiting for that day that would make us happy forever. Edda, always remember who has always loved you sincerely. Goodbye to everyone.

Goodbye Edda

Bruno Frittaion (Attilio)

Nineteen years old - student - born in San Daniele del Friuli (Udine) on October 13, 1925. Since 1939, he dedicated himself to the establishment of the first communist cells in the San Daniele area - a student of the third year of vocational training, after September 8, 1943, he left school to join the partisan formations operating in the area, taking part in all actions of the "Písacane" Battalion, "Tagliamento" Brigade, and then, with the functions of deputy commissioner of the "Silvio Pellíco" Battalion. Captured on December 15, 1944, by elements of the Italian SS, following a betrayal, while he and comrade Adriano Carlon were at an uncle's house preparing for an imminent action - transferred to the prisons of Udine - repeatedly tortured. - Tried on January 22, 1945, by the German Military Territorial Court of Udine. - Executed on February 1, 1945, near the cemetery of Tarcento (Udine), along with Adriano Carlon, Angelo Lipponi, Cesare Longo, Elio Marcuz, Giannino Putto, Calogero Zaffuto, and Pietro Zanier.
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine
PARODIAX ARTWORK 50 ®
[Five-zero pills (re)clothed in good humor during quarantine][10]
 
Stockholm City Blues brand new. sounds good; sounds vintage.
 
Ilona Staller (Cicciolina) - Muscolo Rosso (Original) (1988)

I got a sneak peek of the cover of DeDisco, the star of the upcoming new episode of the coolest giveaway competition on the internet.

*R*KNOW IT!*R*
 
Mina - Vedrai vedrai
Cover Collection - 144
 
Paul Kossoff - Molton Gold
The two Pauls, a certainty...
 
TOO MUCH TIME

For too long the discussion has been stagnant on these shores of Comindeb. As the Great Helmsman used to say in words loftier than mine, reactionaries have an interest in propagating ideologies, religions, or idealistic nonsense to keep us in ignorance and in faith of a reality that is fixed and unchangeable, whether it exists in the world or outside of it. Thus, between those who think of Science as a dogma capable of explaining everything and improving our lives by itself and those who decide to jump on the trendy wheel of Samsara or some other ridiculous belief, we find ourselves in the minority in these times of crisis. But these crises of late, our struggle, this almost laughable nothingness of a virus that paralyzes our system and even our nerves when it doesn’t outright take some of us down shows that they have always been right. A meager consolation in certain moments like this. April 25th, in its essence, is also dialectical and contradictory. It divides society and unites the hearts of many who perhaps do not even agree with each other. Because on this date lies the anger of many for what is experienced in this shithole of a world, but we also relive the joy of a freedom no longer momentarily conditioned by the oppression of someone or something. It is movement that may be our only faith. The movement of this unique and multifaceted matter that through itself makes the forms of space and time appear to us, which we now modify and shape with our hands in a continuous succession of practice and return to theory. I don’t believe in progress any more than I believe in cyclical time, but we all know that fuck God, whatever it may be, our freedom lies in our hands and even once conquered we cannot stop in a world socialism. Nothing will ever remain still, not even Our Utopia, if we ever realize it. Happy April 25th to all.
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