"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Il nuovo album dei Baustelle

[in auto]
T: ci vieni con me al concerto dei Baustelle?
S: certo. tra l’altro, alla lunga mi stanno quasi piacendo, ti dirò
T: sì, però il nuovo album… è fastidioso
S: in che senso fastidioso?
T: fastidioso. non è orecchiabile. però è un fastidioso carino
S: <occhiata interrogativa>
T: ma sì, lo ascolti e ti si attacca coi denti alle caviglie
<ringhia>
come quei cagnolini…
però è carino.

Mah…

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4 Comments
  • heraclitus
    Posted at 08:36h, 09 March Reply

    non so se sembra un complimento o meno…

    cmq ho sentito una canzone, tipo “charli fa surf” o una cosa del genere, e non mi è affatto dispiaciuta…

  • Njord
    Posted at 09:03h, 10 March Reply

    HHHH ANCH’IO CAGNOLINO COSIII….

  • Damiani
    Posted at 17:27h, 10 March Reply

    mmmmmmm

    ….

    mmmmmmmmmmm

    …..

    siete andati poi al concerto?

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 20:57h, 12 March Reply

    No, non ci siamo andati: abbiamo tardato troppo e non c’erano più biglietti o qualcosa del genere.

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