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If I were a maturing probably would have chosen the path of the general topic, one that invites the candidate ; to reflect " about the purposes and uses of music in contemporary society . I chose that because it's the classic theme as a student lazy, unprepared, or prepared with a sketchy and superficial. Make a theme like this is like admitting to the whole committee does not know shit. Then I would have taken as a challenge. Do not speak of Levi, professor of Italian dear, I do not toss in praise of pleasure citing D'Annunzio and aphorisms and reciting skills, I do not indulge in a heartfelt rant on youth and politics and certainly not to make a theme inspired Giacobbo . I, esteemed members of the committee, write a deep and sensitive message of love, I'd say those rainy afternoons, in his room to imagine a future listening to the Beatles, those sleepless nights when only listening to Belle & Sebastian made me peaceful sleep, or when those other, basking in the anguish of adolescence, obsessively and repeatedly listened to Radiohead. Stories, a few years ago, I lost my virginity on a cruise ship while the air rang this song, and how since then every time I hear it, despite the face terribly shit, I can not help but smile and feel a strange heat inside. And probably, you dear committee members, turn up your nose because it is not right to talk about certain things, because it is a theme immature kid, and as usual will not understand a shit.

I'm not here, this isn't happening ...
Radiohead - How To Disappear Completely (Kid A, 2000)

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"I never had so much fun in my life." He wiped tears from his eyes while a couple of jerks and their smiles left to guess that they were not bitter. "Truly a wonderful story, Aldo, beautiful. You must have had a very interesting life. "Not so much more interesting than other people my age, my dear. After all, those of my ... "the words froze in his throat, still tremors shaking his body, triggered by violent coughing. Adriana quickly got up, pulled him up and handed him a glass of water. He managed to do a few sips, the cough subsided. He smiled, then waved her hand as if to say 'm fine, thanks to make it return to its place. He seemed much older than his age. He was only sixty years. "Those of my generation, I say," said rearranging the camp, and Adriana returned to his chair, "is another of pasta, we had no mica television, us. The radio, if it was fine. We lived on the street. Now you're all there, holed up in apartments, without ever leaving. When I was young I was never at home. You, for example, leave, go somewhere, you must not stay here all the time. I know I look after myself. "You know very well that I can not leave it alone. Not now. She needs me. "I need you? Really, Adriana? I now I no longer need anyone. All the people who could help me I have turned my back, I have ignored, insulted me. The thing that hurts most, Adriana, is I do not have believed it. In order to save face, while thinking about their interests, let me down. They say they are no longer in me, I do not know what I say. That are not shiny. No one expressed a word of comfort, no one has really thought of me, but only to what I represent. What my being here in this room, weak and weary, guarded by you, is. And I'm tired, Adriana, tired of seeing the dignity of a man destroyed by self-interest, gossip, violence, hypocrisy. I do not want to be a symbol. I want to be an old man, a father, a husband, a man. Just this. Leave me alone, everyone. "A tear gleamed across the face of Adriana. The words of Aldo were agonizing, terrible, in his eyes. He rose from his chair, slowly, and headed for the door damaged by moisture. Upon leaving, while switched off the light, he said, "I just hope I can find a way to forgive me. To forgive all. "Aldo was silent in the dark for a long time. Only by listening very carefully you could have heard a faint sobs punctuated by brief prayer. He also asked for forgiveness. Suddenly, the door swung open violently. Two badly dressed men entered the room. One of them said "In the name of the revolutionary movement, Red Brigades us, enemies of the ... "Little chatter" - interrupted the other - "Let's get him downstairs and put an end to this story."