have a maximum of twenty-three.
On the surface, are delicate.
faces clean shaven.
bodies have not yet smashed by life. Wrinkled
wrinkles.
But I am already old. Veterans
anticipated. Well before
to become adults.
I feel sorry for them.
toghether from the same fate.
At least for now.
we can bear?
They grew up on bread and grunge.
They embodied the way down.
musicians alike.
are not public. Today they play at
Gaudio. A local
arch along the path of victory.
In a new stable.
It too premature aging.
Within a few months.
On the front of the fresh paint transparent windows are wide open in unoccupied rooms.
Gaudio, victory gibberish names.
paradoxical.
unlikely.
Not many.
there were already missing.
close ranks remains a small handful of disperarati.
Tommy, of. Cora., Nth slap in the face of life has tried to dissolve the bone. He was already in
apnea.
could not breathe the air was suffocating.
The crackdown after refusing food was poisoned. At
to disappear almost completely.
stand on the face only his eyes bulging.
communicate disbelief, crowding the inhumanity experienced.
health they have been damaged a lot. The voice
residual leakage from the lungs no longer used to accommodate the air can not scream like a time.
After a short cough to anoxia prevails.
His body is fragile inconsistent. Despite everything has kept
irony.
The desire to look around. Of
scerzare with his friends. Before them was
Checco.
A solo debut. After the experience of
Solindo.
His group always.
Unable to reflect the rays of the sun again.
started singing accompanied by acoustic guitar. Strophe
grunge songwriting deeply intertwined. The technique is exquisitely
.
voice inspired beyond measure. As
script. It helps
Ste.
drummer. Cora.
attends yet another survivor from shipwreck.
Sitting next to him holding up the lyrics.
Volta pages at the right time.
follows the words with your finger. As a mother affectionate
with the infant.
After so much sacrifice, we can only support each other.
Exhibiting a deep love.
subversive.
irreducible.
The only way to rebel against life.
Continue to love each other.
Unarmed.
Without identifying with the perpetrator. To not accept
ruthless rules, absurd.
Try instead to play more.
interfering. To conceal
, suspend, circumvent any perverse logic.
They understood the essential.
I have nothing to teach them.
An essential lesson of life. Checco
ends the first part.
It looks to friends.
play with the identity of his old comrades in pursuit of escaping from the sirens. At
second piece will break the rope.
calmly playing until the end of broken harmonies.
Tommy passes the electric guitar.
The sound is clean, without distortion.
He knows how to calibrate it.
are known for a lifetime.
Since children had started to play.
not duplicate the usual light-hearted songs.
They had done a run with a Twist.
Of Korn.
Forty seconds of foaming at the mouth of a wounded animal to death, lost.
They are on the Fan.
the night.
To play along with the Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Nirvana and more.
with their girls.
filled with vodka.
Hidden behind the scenes of the natural park in theater greek.
There was also a plaque dedicated to the most metaphysical of Italian writers of the twentieth century.
Calvino.
had known them there.
One summer evening alone.
In the space limit.
After chasing their sound echoes. Meanwhile
Checco replaced the electric guitar with Tommy stops.
seems to want to leave.
No boys.
Just take more time. Ring
you.
leave room for. Cora.
That's fine.
sustained by his friends he completed two more pieces.
Then he suspends permanently.
makes room for others.
escape.
Sub.
throughout the room, the tone is subdued.
None leaves infected by the excess. Although
Saturday.
One consolation than drinking with the house wine. Del
good Verdicchio.
Offered at only sixty cents a glass. A small
manna from heaven ...
No. .. If anything
by those who already do not wan to take care of your next stops.
In these dark times.
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