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I wrote these twelve songs for a woman I loved and lost. These twelve memories are the Bastille of my heart. The pain of the individual does not become a pretext for self-pity; there is the opposite effect: one depends on one’s own feelings and experiences to get out of it, to be free and scream with even more anger.
I wrote these twelve songs for a woman I loved and lost. These twelve memories are the Bastille of my heart.
The pain of the individual does not become a pretext for self-pity; there is the opposite effect: one depends on one’s own feelings and experiences to get out of it, to be free and scream with even more anger.
Explore Piero Ciampi’s haunting debut and experience the raw passion and poetic depth that shaped Italian music history.
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