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The mask I’ve never been a big liar. The biggest lies I’ve told have been to myself. Deceit is like an unstable bed that, while affecting posture for some time, makes you survive and then with perseverance takes you to the physical drift. Many notice a façade, except those who put it on.…
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Frankly, I belong to this society in spite of myself. It feels foreign to me, I ignore the direction taken and I do not understand its people, even if many say they do not understand me as well. We accept anything, showing off wisdom: it is useless to bear a grudge, it…
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“I am a very humble person. I don’t want to stay in the music industry full time, because I’m a gardener. I plant flowers and watch them grow. I don’t go to events or parties. I’m at home and look at the flowing river.” Many claim that George Harrison was the…
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I go down the stairs. The lift is needed by the workers who are working on the condo drain and in the next two tenants are grilling the janitor, worried that the column is not tampered with. I peep into the mailbox, where deadlines and bills look at me, but leave the warnings…
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Pack leader of a falsely soporific Liverpool where hundreds of bands exported the Mersey’s sound in addition to the stagnant mould in their cellars, the Beatles became kings of that London very chic by day and joyful by night, where a starving press was hot at their heels, waiting for a parable…
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Rolling Stones November 1960. If the British government had not announced the end of compulsory conscription, the history of rock music would have had a different path. Rolling Stones Many could not know it at that time, nothing had happened yet, but that announcement simultaneously united thousands of teenagers: each would have…
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All the money we made them make was ending up in little black boxes, then mounted on those fucking American bombers to bomb that fucking North Vietnam. I would have preferred the Mafia to Decca Records. Keith Richards said it, when he found out that their record company, which had…
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Back from the exhibition on Warhol at Palazzo Cipolla in Via del Corso in Rome (last day yesterday, one hour in line), I was left fascinated by his figure. In my opinion, Andy represents the artist of the future by antonomasia, he proclaimed and created a series of crazy things in a…
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Karl Marx In my book Dear costumer, I write that Comrade Terapia, sifting through the analysis of the capitalist society operated by Marx, repeats the concept that relationships between people are mediated through goods, which are therefore not authentic. Listening him, there is the imperturbable and dopey cashier Vacca, for whom, with the word…
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writer Translated by Emilia Maiella Art in human life has a fundamental function, whether it is an element of evasion or culture, it represents a gaze on the past, on the present and on the future. Creative expression helps to understand existence whose meaning often escapes. A few years ago, I wrote a post (The…
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