1996 was the year when Elio e le Storie Tese presented at the Festival of Sanremo song from whom I stole the words forming the name of my new blog: "illegal parking - Elio chanted on the stage of Teatro Ariston - applause abusive, illegal cottages, abusive sexual abuse ...". The land of khaki was a complaint irreverent music in Italy, which we lived: ugly and grotesque. I was twelve, maybe just something to understand that text while humming, listening to my walkman. It's been twelve years, I grew up. Instead of the Walkman, now connected to my headphones, an iPod. "Applause abusive, illegal cottages, sexual abuse abusive ...": the piece is still there, modeled on a digital format. Faso on bass and everything else.
Trivia: na song u can see far away, or better, can come back into vogue. It's called revival. Or be like an evergreen, fortunately and unfortunately. Of applause abusive we are today, perhaps worse than yesterday, submerged. I think, for example to those who reminded me Nicola, u n dear friend who lives in Australia . He told me that the applause abusive mortadella et champagne of our senators also came on the television screens in the southern hemisphere, a few months ago seemed set last Fantozzi instead was to show the news in Sydney. But that was an illegal after all loud, clear . Visible. If "abuse" it become "normal"? The "normal" - logic dictates - to become "abusive".
Sensitivity is an easy target. There is so much today in the nuances of word usage. A few letters may decide that it is day or night, and direct impressions and perceptions. Remains more secure network: virtual, but capable of forging plots even real. Without seem unfair. Maybe ignored, including those who applaud and whistle.
Here, among other things, he would weave plots.
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