First of all: what are the cars like? No, man, it’s a joke. Let’s leave Saint David Bisbal alone until he starts torturing us at Christmas The Sabanero burrito and they make us want to write it off until the next song of the summer. Nor is this another article about Rosalía, saint of all devotions from her last miracle, I say album, Luxit was considered a masterpiece and it became a shame to say a but to it. Personally I don’t opt for it. I feel like I’m crying alone Buleria with which my tears fall Berghain if they broadcast them on the radio. In art I have no other criteria than whether something, anything, causes me less boredom. And for everything there are moments in the day and in life. No. It’s not about good or bad artists, but about the false dilemma between high and low culture and the lack of courage of some in accepting criticism.
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