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must be a critical day (You can see that).

are endless. You can not count.
There are all kinds of, like, musical, text. Italian, English. And from other diverse backgrounds.
You've never counted, the songs that speak of Sunday? And how many have this singular feminine name used as an adverb of time in the title?


A brutal Sunday - Moby
Buona Domenica - Sunday
Antonellone Venditti - Lucio Dalla
Sunday moody - Vasco
Sunday painter - Paolo Conte
Sunday of remains - Fabrizio De Andrè
Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2
Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon - Queen
Sunday Morning - The Velvet Underground
Sunday Morning - Maroon 5
Sunday Morning - No Doubt Sunday Morning
- Travis Garland
Sunday Morning Call - Oasis
Easy like Sunday Morning - Faith No More
Gloomy Sunday - Rezso Seress (apex of existential nihilism: legend has it that 17 suicides have been connected to this song - with findings of letters that were riferimeto the same).
A Sunday Smile - Beirut
Church on Sunday - Green Day
Sunday, Monday or Always - Frank Sinatra
Everyday Is Like Sunday - The Smiths (No, Morrissey. Please. This no)
Sunday - D. Bowie


[....] And probably two or three hundred.


This is indicative of quite a few things clear:
- Sunday is a critical day. Without exception (to say nothing of the arbitrators, the linesman and journalists, then).
- Sunday marks the organization of our agenda. And in our hearts. Sometimes.
- Decide what to spend the weeks to come. Decide what has been given the past week. A kind of turning point. No?
- reminds us - relentlessly - the condition of human loneliness. In addition to the amount of shit done, regrets prickly, annoying and a bit of remorse irreversible attached to our conscience.
- In cases of chronic nostalgia can 'lead to Sunday Night Anxiety Syndrome - SAD (Personally, I am suffering since 1987. From the first / second day of elementary school, or so).
- As I wrote here is a carrier - not always healthy - to balance of life. What's there to pull two sums, on Sunday. In any other moment it all seems perfectly sensible, orderly placed in 'Universal Order of Things.
there that Sunday, then send in all cows. In a nothing.

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There is also this here, the new Sugababes album, I listened to Saturday night for the first time. It hit me straight. That said, at last, "does that sound to you on Sunday?"
that everyone, to his country, his world, especially on Sunday. The day that has that exact sound, recognizable only by those who belong to you, by those who lived there, who smiled and cried there. Right there.
A custom sound and yours alone, like the one that makes your keys when you are leaving your home, or when you're back.

enough, I can no longer withstand the emotional stress.
(Luckily, it's only Thursday. I still have some days of breathing).