bounce from blog giorgia , here's the ironic and bitter invective Alfonso Antoniozzi :
Yes, but why do we have to be here wasting time
behind the operas, which let's face it are
a shed which is now untenable and that imploded
just waiting to explode by
squirt all over the city spare vocal cords,
musical notes, sheet music, bows, Cantinella,
practicable and so fill them always ,
with cards, papers, documents,
considered in advance, and all the routing plans ENPALS Ambaradan
that the modern administration requires a
efficient functioning of the cabin.
But have the courage to say that you care
anything, we'd be much more useful to society
behind the counter of a supermarket or shoveling shit
Farms in the various television or, better,
made for fifty sheep on the Salaria €
to blow except discounts for military and enthusiasts, the
even if you say it is clear that the same
the not-so-hidden desire is to make us puppets
cabin and close without anyone
lift a finger to Rome and, worse, no one will take responsibility
moral and material
throw us all in the middle of a road.
Come on, say it: the lyrics do not give a blessed
fife, ooo, I see that it is liberating?
And too bad if the rest of the world speaks Italian
also (I would say mainly), by Verdi, Puccini
and companions, if at this very moment somewhere
the globe is represented
Italian opera, where every year thousands of young people around the world fall in love
of our music, and studying
our language, and try to sing Italian,
but who cares, but these theaters close it, damn it!
close it seriously, however, without cutting funds with various financial
without dripping tap
this increasingly frail, more miserable, forcing us to save seventy
€
of scenery to make ends meet, which drives Theatres to pay with
forty-sixty days late, which puts everyone in a position
not say to make sacrifices, it would
the minimum, but the U.S. debt with the banks because the state
(tiny, tiny and just) the money they
FOR ANY releases OTHER Strongbow
but not for opera.
But who cares about these four elephants that sing Amami Alfredo
brain, but who the fuck is
Alfredo then? What you do not understand the plots,
tell the truth, and luckily there are subtitles
, but why do not they dubbed I-TA-LIA-NO
'sti singers, who do not understand why
are so special, I mean singing in full voice
WHEN IS THE MICROPHONE!
We are in two thousand and six, Hey, wake up!
And the chorus, and orchestra, but is not an
job, the job does SU-DA-RE, goddammit,
mica is fun, I'll always say the
Carabinieri when I stop for a check,
that trade? The opera singer. Ok, but
job!? Comb Furga doll, all
day from eight to six, because, you believe that
combed out by machines alone, no no, I combed
, all me, okay?
We close the theaters, close it, have pity on us, not
manteneteci illusion that cares
still something to someone,
are doing something good, to be able to touch the soul of
listen, but as the soul, the soul OVER THE POPE
although when he speaks it seems one of the Twin
Kessler (the most evil) close it 'sti theaters,
basically we can always try to open a
bar, tobacco store, a carpet on the bridge Santangelo, and with the theaters let's
A NICE GARAGE, that this
need the city, but
music and culture, music Povia ago with the pigeons, culture
Marzullo, if you please, but zumpappà,
and Annam on! Let's have a multi
GARAGE, one for the city,
wonder that at last the seventeen-storey tower
the Carlo Felice in Genoa will be useful to the community,
everyone to come to La Scala (and in the car !!!),
Petruzzelli on the retreat in one night and then maybe
Piacenza know where the hell is the Teatro Comunale
as twenty people asked me where I said
boh and he knew just step
of Ecuador (which reinforces my faith: salvation
will, perhaps, only by immigration!)
LET A GARAGE! We
former workers performing opera
only ask in return, a benefit on the prices of monthly
to park our van
pork in a place that, after all, was our home.
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