You know when Enrico Ruggeri Roaring recited a song from Tatangelo Cabello? No? Then let a culture sociomusicale!
So for a week, I turned into a frenetic monster, investigating a car, the days of hallucinogenic study lasted until the morning, I saw the sunrise over again, listening to Casta Diva, thinking about what has sweet solitude and reading, underlining, shown, summing up.
I'm not leaving the house for days, I immersed myself completely in the surreal examination to prepare, but there is one thing that I have not given up: Sanremo .
If you are fond of inflated festivals in Italy, if you can not force you to tear yourself away from the trash and magnetizing of television, if you suspect you bypassed air churning predictions which have not felt the need , you found a life partner ready to bring in black and white because Sanremo is so wrong!
For my part I say it's terrible because you can not believe. It is possible that the 61st edition are still there to make the rhyme heart-love, it is possible that the public wants this and is willing to PAY for it!
Quindi aggiungerò solo i momenti più toccanti di questa storia, confessando che in fin dei conti mi appassiono anch’io alla decadenza della razza umana.
Parliamo del fatto che Barbarossa si è portato una tizia vestita come una escort a gorgheggiare a casaccio?
Parliamo di Anna Oxa che dice: “ questo posto è un assurdo deserto / in un fitto mercato rionale ”?
E la Ferreri che è diventata improvvisamente un’adolescente ribelle che scrive sulla Smemoranda: " il nostro cuore fuorilegge / spara colpi di dolore " mentre ancheggia strizzata in un abitino che le scopre l’ombelico?
Mi sento di aggiungere una riflessione su Emma e i Modà, che in quanto a immaginazione e agilità poetica mi ricordano la pubblicità della pizza Ristorante , la stessa pubblicità da 15 anni dove due rincoglioniti mangiano una pizza secca sulle note ROMANTICISSIME di La donna è mobile! E questa è la candidata all’oro , ci credereste? Tutto ciò è stralunante!
Qualcuno dica a Pezzali che ormai è leaving its nineteen , and is no longer appropriate to make songs where he talks about the difficulties of growing up, the hardships of having a scooter lame, the fun of shocking LOST going to a party because the youth is beautiful! Treasury are not credible!
is not credible that even the Tatangelo probably turned to the same body shop Patty Pravo, which is made up like the elegant madam of a brothel in the suburbs, and speaks of painful experiences lived on his skin, loves hard and bloody, but as we imagine Baudelaire drinking an absinthe probably her was referring to her boyfriend in high school that the party of the school has tart rice and veal with his friends on that dancing asunder. It is as if the Zanicchi sing a song about the hard life in the ghetto, damn.
conclude by asking you a minute of silence for Amanda, who is now free as a comma.
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