A singer nothing short of reactionary and stupid, who refuses to open their minds, who refuses to learn to choose what they really worth thinking about, obviously the victim, like many, alas, the automatism of thought and pre- attempting, through music, to promote its views on "holy inquisition", thus proving to those caged most of you within the conceptual schematic of stifling those who claim to be the voice of a single absolute truth and are just carriers of insane ideas that are simply dogmatic in their tough and brutally violent and obscene!
The name of this singer is Povia. After
children who are oh, is the symbolic desire to be a pigeon that had found a vein Povia certainly suited to his intellectual qualities. He should continue with other zoophilic aspirations, rather than in advancing arguments for which the lighting of a brain becomes a prerequisite. To a certain avercene!
After listening to the song presented in Sanremo last year, many of us have thought, "Do not try Povia not groped more than expand your repertoire, rather than being forwarded in sensitive areas, covering issues just a bit 'more important than those of your blessed pigeon poop. But we have been dished up the alleged story of a gay friend who, healed by the "disease of homosexuality", he meets a girl and lives happily with her! The entire text with a trivial and trivializing, which puts an incredible stereotype after another, tracing the history of clinical psychiatric Luke, who individually - young Jung or Freud himself - traces the causes of his homosexuality in his temporary family life , all'accecante lighting up the path of heterosexuality, when Luke finally found her pussy and pussy only in the sense of their lives. And good
Povia.
Few have been able to show more clearly what the real contents of his cranium is more than we could do.
Having established what, remains to be seen as gel and shampoo you are forced to use to cover the stench that emanates from that content. That can not be anything but dung!
you thought was over there? Whether it was inadvertent naive? One howler of thought? Intolerable due to ignorance rampant idiocy of our time painful? But no! Povia ups the ante, proposing for the 2010 Sanremo a text, which if confirmed, as far as I'm concerned, deserves the invasion of the Ariston, no ifs, ands or buts!
his rhetoric this year with no doubts or nuance, uncomfortable with even more stubborn stupidity and superficiality, nothing less than the case Eluana. Obviously this is annoying and ignorant barbarian, did not want to leave room for doubt of any kind, calling the song "THE TRUTH '(Eluana). That's right: The Truth 'and then in brackets the name of the unfortunate girl. No respect for the immense pain of the affair. No worries for the pain of those still there and every day, regardless of Povia, must live with the memory of a loved one is gone. But what does it matter to Povia? Certainly the piece will discuss, surely this will allow him to sell some more copies. Money money money. In the face of any decency or respect. And what does it matter to record more than dull Povia, that his accomplice, probably sensed the deal, discouraged and decide not to make a mess of this kind on the stage of the Ariston? And what does it matter to resposanbili artistic Sanremo deciding that yes, after all this song has just a text worth listening to, and above all able to promise audience? That world can be quello in cui cose del genere possono davvero accadere nell’anno Dieci del Duemila?
E se invece per una volta gli esseri pensanti del nostro paese boicottassero questa idiozia? Un segnale forte, l’unico che questa gente sia in gredo di capire: non spendete neppure un centesimo per il disco che ne verrà!
Ora per quel che mi riguarda, voglio dirlo chiaramente! Voglio dire la mia verità, la voglio dire a te Povia: se mi succederà qualcosa, qualcosa come alla sfortunata Eluana, io PRETENDO che mi si stacchi la spina! Ed è questo che lascio detto a mio padre, a mia moglie, a coloro che leggono questo post e a tutti quelli che mi conoscono. Pretendo che chi mi sopravvive possa godere dei momenti felici e intimi che i ricordi più belli della nostra VITA insieme possono offrirgli. Senza che questi ricordi siano soffocati per sempre dal dolore e dalla sofferenza di assistere quotidianamente una scatola organica vuota, priva di qualsiasi barlume di reale umanità. Pretendo di continuare a essere responsabile e padrone del mio corpo, così come lo sono in vita, anche in quella non-vita che è un coma irreversibile. E non può certo farsi Povia interprete e portavoce delle mie convinzioni, né tantomeno di quelle di Eluana. Si tratta di una pretesa tanto puerile, quanto inaccettabile!
Pubblico qui un link dove potrete leggere quello che potrebbe essere il testo della canzone. Io mi auguro si tratti di un falso, spero che, nonostante tutto, il testo possa essere different. You know, internet is unreliable in this regard, the hoax is still there, the jokes are on the agenda. Yet this book seems terribly, terribly plausible.
Truth (Eluana)
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