Tricolore
It looks Sanremo. The singer old national glory, eternal boy, however old, and has moved its huge huge hands in the air, we must be united says, the pair of comedians and buxom pair of married, we're all one team, and puts his hands in his pockets. As usual they always good words Ennio Flaiano , decades old and as written yesterday: "I saw on television an evening of Sanremo. I was having dinner at a friend's house and I could not escape. These friends wanted to see the transmission purpose of studies, psychologists and being concerned in the phenomena of mass culture. Eventually I realized that they liked that stuff. I've never seen anything more ankylosed, patched, futile, vain, filthy and concerned. "Of course we never stopped, as all things to talk about evil and not be able to do without. At last I hit the song Tricarico, though he is out of tune, or make part of that tune, which is the same. He says it was a song for the Zecchino d'oro children, then they sent instead to the large Sanremo. The text is a simple crazy, tells the story of a father playing with son with wooden soldiers. He pulls out an old box, toy soldiers, guns, and there are four stations, the fog, the mountain, the border, and then that of the flag, in the mist there is a green flag on the mountain the white and the border is a red flag , ie, the mist comes the valley green flag, the white ones are on the mountain, and then closer to God, the Vatican, and the red is the left-wing intellectuals who stood at the border. But the father says at the end of the game: Remember that we have three colors. It 's a tale evanescent. There is also a phrase, "soldiers of the border, thousands of mothers waiting, try not to get shot," and perhaps this is the war being fought today. In the end it's all a festival, and perhaps is even the theory of Anchors Aweigh.
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