Vasco No, I do not helmet
We all remember something related to the entry of Vasco Rossi, without love or hate him especially. Reckless lives, stereotypes beef broke out of the province, older brothers that you rub your snacks or drugs, guilty of Alfredo, girls who dress a lazy, long evenings spent around the roads in the back seat of the car, concertone stadium, soundtracks for movies by marriage, a whiskey at the Roxy Bar, whining about the evil of living and the ability to live with their mistakes, and tomorrow is another day, but yesterday I did a lot of crap, but maybe the remake, but something will be served, and then try to stand out from the commonplace, perhaps with a new mobile phone advertising, or masturbating with your left hand and sending him into watching a VHS rewind, and feel inadequate in spite of everything, but look for a meaning to this life, but certainly a very common sense, a sense that there is not the haaaaaaaa. In short tank at the end has little to do with rock'n'roll, and much of the province, so watch his latest video , that wink and wriggle his target, saying "Yeah, Yeah", and that guy, the old Vasco, then you see him for what he is, walking down a umarell road, past an old man in a little 'unbalanced and now does not give up despite the passing of time the arteriosclerosis. one of those figures who meet in each bar provice, a bit 'lost and delirious, but in the midst of their ramblings still retain a trace of truth and poetry. We are all people of the province at the bottom, too young to die.
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