East India Company And Port Royale 2

Milano.

beginning of each new year I often find some nice music singer-songwriter of the first block that is imposed in open unchallenged for the rest of the month at least until summer. And in each case, the recognition of a possible identification, I am particularly difficult, despite the identification were blazing at the first hearing. It happens because of the damage that these texts are delighted to write, stories torn, near and far for what they say, that much more equivocal; the "free" interpretation, I leave a taste in the mouth of sin that we put two seconds to notice me from the party who does not understand even if it does not. One problem that I willingly twists against, for I'll try to remedy that without the waiver of certain individual properties. The music, the music, it is also something else, right or wrong. Abitare Milan not belong to me, I'm more from the province, where the dispersion is impossible and where the atmosphere becomes less diverse, and yet it's hard to tell her what it is uncanny. Tribute to a proper name of the city, the size of its districts as playground by day and wild night of uncomfortable, not least, who lives there with getting to know all this from birth or when they want it. The enjoyment is spread in uniform and the interpenetration in some ways is automatic, front of the mirror to take off his beard and sideburns to adjust, invigorated by heavy words, and never think about those, but also allegories, metaphors, explained curiosity piece after piece of casting a effeminate voice, or maybe just cartoon a few times. Songs in dialect, untranslatable prayers erupted somewhere here and ready to do so maybe in a while. Poems poetry, the favorite lullabies of a life committed by children to count the stars and set fire to all the rest, giving up involuntarily to normal, perdendoselo behind some false advertising or movie star. Follow a dream out there even if everything on hand, reality that has never even for a moment as on imagination. No cure for this disease, only a catalog of situations that explains it and make it chronic, conscious of doing it. A nice short tribulation, be prepared to keep company only if it is no coincidence.

Muisc by: Edda
Photo by: Suture +