Mona Lisa writes to us

FIFTH COLUMN
Oh my God, what a crazy year this is shaping up to be, with the five hundredth anniversary of the death of my bearded and extravagant painter, what he called himself?, Lionardo by ser Piero da Vinci... How much trouble, how many inconveniences, how many evil tongues are left over for the anniversary... Obviously, you want to stop tormenting me for five hundred years? Since that blessed man da Vinci, who did many jobs, he decided to take my portrait, I lost my peace. Without any will I became the most famous face in the world, they visit me constantly and bullshit me from morning to night. I'm on Feisebucche, on Uozappe and on Istagramme for five centuries before they invented it. But I too have no right to prayer and private death, There wasn't an edict from you? And women's rights, protection from stalkers, as the foreigners say, It doesn't apply to me? Read More




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