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Rating: Ferrara, what a superb setting! Just think that the historic center is a heritage of our Humanity. Disgustingly convinced that the centuries-old Estense project was solely aimed at giving me the opportunity to attend this little show, I park. And forgive the nauseating insistence, but it is truly a practical, central, and very cheap parking: the Kennedy parking. Practical, central, and so convenient that it makes you suspicious. In the microcosm of the Historic Center, the flavors of cappelletti and various cold cuts settle over the ages of the squares and castles, imposing guardians of the sunset: I just hope this isn't a dream as I head towards Piazza Castello. Among these irregular steps and the moment I pay an unusually cheap ticket at Kennedy parking, many things happen (including a concert and a recurring thought), decisively, not violently, pounded in a mortar.
...And then there are all those problems related to the context of the Tour: people with whom maybe I'm not saying you wouldn't want anything to do, but... well then there's the issue that you're certainly not doing it anymore to uphold the transcendence of Art, but rather because you've screwed up your house.
Quite a few things indeed... in any case, nothing compared to the relief of discovering that at the Castel Bentivoglio Ovest service station tonight, the coffees are on the house!
Another leap forward and the Specter of Tomorrow has already appeared like every day, the usual stretches of skin, a hearty and nutritious breakfast (the most important meal of the day). There’s something fundamental in the way my mother has me notice that for a few years now, fireflies haven't been seen anymore...
My mother is happy that I'm here
so she can visit my school
I can't believe it's so beautiful
I'm a son of a bitch in my school
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