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I wanted to speak ill of yann tiersen, whose concert was held in a blaze of excitement, crowd into a frenzy at the first menstruation in girls and energized worship, last Saturday in the sports hall of Santiago de Compostela, but then I realized that it would cost me effort, and in a Monday like this even the mere consumption of adenosine triphosphate required for breathing and / or in bed tossing and turning nervously to find a comfortable position when asleep easily be categorized under "hard "and so I decided to give up, even though I am still puzzled why let the success of this vaguely Scandinavian name from the French and the expression disgusted or bored or disoriented or lost nell'iperuranio to those requesting information on the performance of Matt Elliott, who appeared to be the special guest of this vaguely Scandinavian name from the French, the same people, caring, I explained that I had no their claim that the French name was vaguely Scandinavian to the soundtrack of amelie , unaware of the fact that, of course, I knew perfectly well, also because - see above seven lines, because as you know I am a lover of writing prog much more than it is a lover of this type of music, writing twisted on itself, writing deliberately illegible - if I I did the past for the umpteenth time for the pedantic dude, not that it does not suits me but I think the case groped out of this kind of character if nothing else as a mere matter of personal renewal, well aware that I will not make because this is inherent in my nature, and then I realized I did it - and if you're wondering what, I read the first line and do not worry: it's usually my problem writing prog , hysterical realism and all that - and it left me with a certain despair, and I would have still many things to talk about and all of a minor order of things, but maybe it's better if I try to sleep.

ah, the title is a song by Them Crooked vultures, I want to talk sooner or later, together with the film by Michael Mann, and other records, the notion of time, the concept of the future in the transhumance, the fertilization of the fields and to other topics frankly redundant. I'm not contemplating suicide, not yet.