Yesterday at 22:30 a phone call gave me the terrible news. Mario Monicelli died. For me it was the greatest director living, after seeing "The Great War" every other movie I thought of a school play this year. I looked over and over again "The Great War" as "A Little Man," "The usual suspects", "L'armata Brancaleone", "My friends", "Ladies and gentlemen, good night", "Bertoldo, Bertoldino and Cacasenno "and" The Marchese del Grillo ". I swear that I paid a few tears thinking that one of the few reasons to be proud of my Italian is gone so suddenly, without much fanfare, in fact Mario Monicelli, confessed atheist, does not want a state funeral. In his last public appearances he addressed the young people, especially students in protest. You must act, he said.
enough, you can not help but kneel before a man like that. Someone who can talk when you hear packages restore hope for mankind. If Mother Nature has created such a genius then wants to give us a chance. Goodbye Mario.
anderai I believe that to feel good. I can not say now that if you pass away
Irai to our paradise of the Christians, now it's your people and your God first,
for sure but I think it will be better than this life that we allotted ...
no longer suffers from the cold ... And the heat ... Neither hunger nor thirst ... Or a staff ... Neither scared ...
But always a beautiful sky and the birds on the branches of trees in bloom
and the angels that will give you the most pagnocche of bread and cheese and wine and plenty of milk and you
say, 'Do you want old? Piglia! Still want it? Just grab, eat, drink, old, full facts.
old And sleep, sleep ... sleep ... sleep '.
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