being inside boy

My first time was in 1985 and given the young age I can say with certainty that I was not totally aware of what was about to do. I had the enthusiasm of the news and this just do not know that it was love at first sight and pure enjoyment. As often happens with these things, I was on vacation, Dublin was wonderful Irish atmosphere is the best that you could ask for a more unique rare. 

Over the years, then, I did sometimes. In Modena, in 1987, in Turin in 2001, in Milan in 2005 and then yesterday. 

When I do, I always new and seventeen years. I like the moment when the crowd will take away your breath, one in which the low havoc you think the belly and that most do not know what the beats of the heart and which of those cases, the moment they enter them, the magnified both shots from the merciless giant screens and the indulgent eyes of the public. 

Over the years many things have changed and at the same time almost nothing has changed: the small Irish stage has given way to architectural fiction that supplements with their spectacular défaillances any voice of Figoseppurnanerottolo and succeed but also to transform the space and to shorten distances, as if by magic. Paradoxically, it was returned closer. 

The item that is not more than once bought a rochezza most sensual way by which we forgive some decrease in intensity: the communicative power is intact and unchanging. 

The attack Sunday Boody Sunday continues to be amazing, devastating, painful and worth the exorbitant price (I think, because I have not paid me) of the ticket. Definitely. Seventeen years back and you think overbearing chissenefrega if we are all somewhat 'damaged since 1985 and feel as if you met an old lover who look at the wrinkles around the eyes with the tenderness of true. 

Then there is one thing that is changed in relation to seventeen, the ultraquarantenni are many fewer barrels during the concerts and for once I could not have gone with the sore head, because I am allergic to cane.