Lic Growth Fund T 180

E 'the shock that changes the lives

After spending the day at smadonnare and ponder on the uselessness of my person and my life, I'd say it's time to move on and maybe start to write something here, as I had promised, moreover, ! How
evincerà from my writings (...) one of the few things that can turn away from my mental trip is listening to music (this music called "a certain level, then a catchy NO popparoli and the caxxo tunz-Tunze various). I emphasize that it is years exceeded the phase "just to listen to music: they're one of those going to analyze the texts, trying to find some kind of hidden meaning and that amuses between riffoni, blues and various schitarramenti. I have a natural propensity for songs uneasy and disturbing, incaxxati and shouted, melancholy and suffering, rebellious and edgy and I feel deep hatred for the banality of the prevailing classical songs ammore. Tumilasci-iostomale-matiamotantolostesso. Obviously this is the category leader in Italy. Songs where there is a trivialization of sentiment and a percentage of "smelenseria" that makes you the first diabetes listening. Point out that in general are not a superfan of love songs, but in any case, these are made in Italy svenevolerie me that they have finally allowed to lapse. More than anything else because it seems that in this land there is no other feeling worthy of being praised.
Well let's face it, I've always been a bit 'below. In the seventh grade music teacher asked us to choose a piece of the Italian text of which had a "thick", take it to class and do listen to his companions. Result? 90% of people led love songs. Marco Masini 883 and ahead of all. Cutting head veins. I of course, from which I was twelve years old forward, What I'm going to choose? Children Paola Turci. "Child armed and unarmed in a photo without happiness ... they know all the love you take ... and there is no white powder to sell our years and godliness." Mica caxxi. Obviously if the friendly compagnetti school laughed at the taste and mock the song posing as a rocker, mimicking an unlikely guitar solo. Oh sure. Marco Masini was taaanto better. Ironically that is so funny now is that people who are on the road to consume white powder. See who tricks us life. But oh well, this is a different matter, maybe they come back to later.
The fact is that the shock is the central theme of the song (tta) Italian. Nothing against the noble sentiment, but it's the way it tells me is quite on the ball. From certain texts do not convey absolutely nothing noble: banality, superficiality and indifference is rampant. Quantoseibella seitroppobella teamodamorì. Ole. So much for the "look inside" a person's "inner beauty". Poor deluded that we are nothing. But then love is only for men and women to have anything whatsoever importance? There are many of those forms of love in this world ... for the children, parents, friends, music, nature, God ..
We just have to sit here waiting for our valentini to notice that around them (and their loved ones) wheel and a world that songwriters (every Italian reference is purely coincidental) are finally enlightened. We look forward to.