The Italian Job!

It wasn’t Italian GQ. It was “Affari Italliani” on the Libero.it website. Dig the lead:

“If he was Iranian, he’d be sentenced to death as a corruptor of the world.”

The machine translation of the rest of the article is pretty dodgy, but it seems flattering. Then the article ends with a quote from Sappho:

“My desire shakes my mind, like wind on the mount that whips through the oaks; twists the limbs and churns to them, bitter cake uncontrollable snake”.

Today the poetry of erotic love is made with images.

Am I reading this right. Did our films just get compared to the most famous erotic poet of all time? Cool!

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