"A serie of "easy pieces" just as Lorenzo Bonadè has preferred to call them. Crude and sincere reflections which put the reader in front of verdicts either to be contested or to be bitterly swallowed. One could place "Lorenzaccio" in the circle of "cursed" poets, thereby either making a huge mistake or being dead-on. For sure a modern Baudelaire would risk the same poetry, would seek the same thrilling moments; the sole foothold on a distant reality to one's own being, and so stifling. The book is tinted with these thoughts which vanish in the roguish universe of the rebel writer. Images, often at the limit of disrespect, sometimes blasphemous and other times real bombs in a clear sky. This art sketch needs no accusation, what is clear in the verses and words of Bonadè is that he is searching for a fraud. A conscious fraud in which to plummet and cease to believe in anything any more. This literary universe does not seem to support the immobility of a bitterly lived world. There is no peace and only "with the fall of all inhibitions it will be possible to caress peace on Earth". However, what could charm the reader is the voice of Lorenzo Bonadè. It is a voice that appears to be an element detached from the person. More precisely a represented sound that throws everything to the pigs without making any type of selection. It is thanks to chaos that literature has its own sense of existing; it is thanks to heartless voices that we are able to feel emotions, it is thanks to a Bonadè who would want to be reborn "ugly, ignorant and modest" that art has a meaning in our life. The collection of easy pieces "Slaughter house" has a flavor of wine with a bitter aftertaste with many cigarettes smoked between a glass and another. It is a warm vortex that pulls one into a glacial valley."Paolo Coiro