-Battiato - Sunset.
The Decline of the West.
a daily tragedy, while we in our small machines in our small houses, with our small minds, shrunk continuously all around us.
all want the same thing, everyone is equal: those who feel otherwise, it is obvious to the asylum.
Now people have their eyes open, and knows everything that happens: if it has reason to laugh! ... There is
piacerino piacerino for the day and night, but always tending to health. A little
'poison here, a bit' of poison there, what pleasant dreams attorney. And much poison at last, to die nicely .... A
nothing who thinks he's reached a level never before reach of mankind.
Behold the Man is bigger than ever.
Here, the greatest man: a man tiny .
A blog of wasters! 
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