or Benigni Benigni, to me the national anthem is right on fucking me. The concept of country, inescapable everywhere, more so in this familistic earth, we should call if you really wanted to redeem motherland, this silly Italy. That will also be beautiful, but also the beauty, from a certain point on ... good thing, especially when using the servants to hide under the panciosi harmful dust produced by their masters. However it was Benigni, the San Remo was a clone. I know for sure: the real one, who knows where the hold, do not act as a strolling player ever in the province, does not succeed, making the pauses for laughter or applause from the audience.
Oh well, never mind the propaganda Pippone with SSavoiardi facie bad and some angels ... these things happen, that the servile showmen in this desperate country must do. But, say, that there is freedom to be born again and again that it was not a servant, Massimo Troisi, in time even talking to him for a celebration before the authorities, before the President himself. What would you say? I think something like that, almost Italian in its typical, but good marking on the sounds of its ancient language of origin:
Oh well, never mind the propaganda Pippone with SSavoiardi facie bad and some angels ... these things happen, that the servile showmen in this desperate country must do. But, say, that there is freedom to be born again and again that it was not a servant, Massimo Troisi, in time even talking to him for a celebration before the authorities, before the President himself. What would you say? I think something like that, almost Italian in its typical, but good marking on the sounds of its ancient language of origin:
Italy? You ... beautiful Italy. Italy is just ... beautiful ... ME-MO-RA-BI-LE. Evvero, President, that Italy is beautiful? But no one who governs, President, not so good?! Evvero president? But why? Why President Italy is so beautiful, but who the government ... has not even your fault, eg 'charity, President! You seem to me that a good person as well, if not I'll put scuorno referring llà say they do not count out anything. No, what is the government so that everyone has always been President. And Not just the government, no sir: pure oppositions! Italy is beautiful, though. But the people, Mr President? I want to say or not that the people are not so good?! Pur'isso did, people lu, nu tad disgusting! 'Or worse and worse for the people of Europe, na rubbish' and the people President. Really ... President, I must say honestly: she has always done .. a ... ... Zza ME-MO-RA-BI-LE. Italy, however, that the ITALY is beautiful, Chairman: ME-MO-RA-BI-LE. At the heart! At the center, President ... The center of town, for instance, is beautiful everywhere, but the rest is ... ME-MO-RA-BI-LE. Why, Mr President? Why all this ... zza ME-MO-RA-BI-LE? What can I say, Mr President? That I have to say? It will be the fate of the beauty around us is growing around the rubbish, President ... In fact, when I see that maybe 'na pretty woman that I know, Mr President? I run away ... but no pe 'heave, the beautiful girls so' criatura diddi that I like very much. No, I never run away because I do not trust of what is all around 'na good female. Something wrong, Mr President? Mò I go, Mr. President, let me just give you a tip: if you do not have anything to do with the rubbish, President, keep as you can away from the beauty! I do this and I find myself lean bbuono. Goodbye, President.
sang the boy Rimbaud before starting to trade weapons and possibly slaves I got on my knees and I found the beauty of bitter ... or bitter, I do not remember ...
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