Sono divinamente view of the fact that I will have to once again play my ancestral role of rhetoric and make up a whole because a stylized stain to poor Minus Habens us again sfrantecato the Maronites on Divine De Lafosse and not content with bringing this pureed marron glacé also decided to leave rather than taking advantage of our generositade that twine hands full, but then who the fuck is believed to be'm boor?
De Lafosse not sing well, and more is not true, absolutely false and an abomination worthy of imperishable think that it was growing too powerful or too controlled in the issuance of its acute and seemed to pierce the ceiling of the amphitheater Greek how was high. No, De Lafosse was all of us, De Lafosse bear it sees', De Lafosse was maggica, caspiterina, but we did v'abbiamo bad eh? And what evil hath made Francine? I'm going to tell his master, offi ...
Yet here I am and then from now on in this ipsissima moment prone and ready to show all my glory syntactic launching into a tirade full of stylized meaning:
ELEUTERI YOU'VE BROKEN THE RIVER, BUT PLEASE, STAY AND ENJOY U.S. ! (And never mind the Gamelancia and Soffighebona)
What can I say, not even the Latin Bigmouth had come to that, I bow to myself.
And just to prove that I did not say false things, here comparison:
Air chain process, from Negra and Cazziero of Roffini:
1) Performed by De Lafosse, Loreto, a city of miracles, 1889
2) Performed by Madrid, Loreto, a city of miracles, 1906
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