A Sanremo last year, there was a crucial moment. It was when Carmen Jones sang (very well) Thanks flowers, the mother of all the Sanremo song, product placement (then, perhaps, unintentionally) for the local flowers and, above all, immediate machine memories of an Italy that no longer exists If there was ever really.
Now there's even Nilla Pizzi that song that launched and carried him throughout his life, leaving us again - in times of virtual corbeille sent via Facebook - the idea that a bunch flower means true love. Because "many of them I recognized" that means: they can woo many but only you count something for me, even if the flowers "I have done wrong I thanked them", suggesting that the passion is all a pain.
Hello Nilla, aged well, but with bad hair who did not know the determination of red dye. Hello Nilla that, for some reason, I recently represented Lele Mora. Hello Nilla, who calls you Adionilla, a name that no longer exists and even if they find the meaning on Wikipedia. Hello to you and the white doves that flew.
"Hello to the poppies that were high high high, red dots in the wheat fields of a rural country vanished forever."
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