Article 31
As it is
Rome 28 February 2035 at 6pm, Audio Censorship Committee Operational Unit archive, seizure no. 61440031, song with subversive content n. 2354779, originating from Milan, Venier block, slums dismantled, perpetrators tried and sentenced to neuronal reprogramming, dated 5 August 2031, complete mix. The year is 2030, and I find myself almost 60 years old, my goatee is grey, and I have no hair and Ambra is the first female president. Uhuu! ! You can almost no longer see the sky, you go out with a gas mask, you have business class on a bus, and to enter the church, uhhuu, you need a pass. Nowadays we only talk via the Internet, and parliament is based in Hammamet, people shoot each other in the subway, between North and South there is customs, but everyone wears Dolce & Gabbana. And my mind flies back, quickly back to before 2000, many years ago, when there was time, not now, and beyond that there is the replay... so... ohh... So much nostalgia of the 90s, when the world was the ark and we were Noah, it was difficult, but possible, we didn't know where or how, but we still knew why. There were those who wanted, there were those who were together, there were those who still loved despite the evil, the music, there was the music, I remember, the music, the music, there was the music, the music. We are in the year 2030, they control television and radio, there is an audio censorship committee, they evaluate, decide, what is yes, what is not, they give us harmless music, after the testing, they give us San Remo, present and ' Baudo again, with the flowers and the spectacular scenography, this year Bossi won and he returned to singing, the year is 2030, Italy has sold the Colosseum to France, Venice is sinking, 2030 and one day one a bomb explodes, 2030 and we are without air, but hate we have plenty of it, first they divided North and South, then city from city, and, think, now everyone is locked in their own room, intolerance dances , there is no hope, oh... So much nostalgia for the 90s, when the world was the ark and we were Noah, it was difficult, but possible, we didn't know where and how, but we still knew why '. There were those who wanted, there were those who were together, there were those who still loved despite the evil, the music, there was the music, I remember, the music, the music, there was the music, the music. This is the year 2030, here those who think are in the minority, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore, uhhuu, 2030 indifference is a virtue, the cyber-Nazis do a show on TV, the liberators beat up bums in name of Jesus, uhhuu, the national anthem sounds like a funeral march, virtual sex is healthier because there is a virus that you catch through sweat, and you die in 90 hours, HIV in comparison it seems like a cold, it's an escaped war experiment and the result is that no one makes love. And I'm an outlaw because I talk about this, because I think about when we could even stop this, now it's late, for a pirate poet who hopes for good memories and has... So much nostalgia for the 90s, when the world was 'ark and we were Noah', it was difficult, but possible, we didn't know where or how, but we still knew why. There were those who wanted, there were those who were together, there were those who still loved despite the evil, the music, there was the music, I remember, the music, the music, there was the music, the music. So much nostalgia for the 90s, when the world was the ark and we were Noah, it was difficult, but possible, we didn't know where or how, but we still knew why. There were those who wanted, there were those who were together, there were those who still loved despite the evil, the music, there was the music, I remember, the music, the music, there was the music, the music.

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