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ISTO EXIGE MUITO TREINAMENTO DA VOZ BROTHER, EU ESTOU TREINANDO ESSA MUSICA A MAIS DE UM ANO.

Massima stima fratello solo per aver avuto il coraggio di condividerlo su youtube😂😂😂

Whaouh i fan di Vasco rossi le dicono grazie. Bravo.

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canti fuori tempo 😂😊

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Graucho Marx non viene mai a fare i baffi. Ma accade nel Dylan Dog. Io non ho tagliato i baffi per la morte di Corea, ecc. Verso la fine del video sembra che dico che sono finito al "manicomio" ma non é esatto. Tutt'altro.

P.s. Il monologo in ogni caso va considerato ironico.

Mi spiace che il testo risulti alterato per via della qualità della registrazione. É del tutto casuale e non desiderato. Cercherò di sistemarlo in seguito.

Amazing 👌👌💥💥🎈🎈

It's a Masterpiece! What a wonderful artist created by God!

Grande my friend ;)

Thanks for this :-) I learnt this poem at school in 1983 in England Here's an English translation I found. Not sure how accurate is: The Return To The Country Posted on October 12, 2010 by emiladams Here’s a Breton who is coming back to his native land After having done many horrible things He walks in front of the factories in Douarnenez He doesn’t recognize anyone No one recognizes him He is very sad. He goes into a crepe shop to eat some crepes But he can’t eat any There is something that’s preventing them from passing through his lips He pays He leaves He lights a cigarette But he can’t smoke it. There is something Something in his head Something bad He gets sadder and sadder And suddenly it appears in his memory: Someone told him when he was very little: “You will end up on the gallows” And through the years He didn’t dare do anything Not even cross the street Not even leave on the ocean Nothing absolutely nothing. He remembers. The one who had predicted this was his Uncle Grésillard Uncle Grésillard who was a jerk to everybody The bastard! And the Breton thinks of the war Thinks of all the things he’s seen All the things he’s done. Sadness clenches down against him He tries another time To light a cigarette But he doesn’t want to smoke So he decides to go see Uncle Grésillard. He goes He opens the door His uncle doesn’t recognize him But he recognizes his uncle And he says: “Hello Uncle Grésillard” And then he wrings his neck. And he ends up on the gallows in Quimper After having eaten two dozen crepes And smoked a cigarette. from parolesinenglish.wordpress.com/

Mi sono imbattuto per caso sul tuo "paradiso perduto" e continuo a riascoltarlo/rivederlo. Mentre assaporo la nostalgia di una melodia calma, osservo il frantumarsi/ricostruirsi di una visione magica. E' originale e coinvolgente la riproduzione grafica delle fasi analitiche che fioriscono nell'unità del quadro. Quanta fatica e monotonia si nasconde in un "paradiso perduto"! Dario, artista vero. La tua amicizia mi arricchisce.

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