A clear sign of changing times is undoubtedly the fact that when you replace the advertising and you're forced rifarti idea of \u200b\u200ball: the product, and the actors used in commercials, soundtracks and so on and so on. All this obviously takes quite a commitment of time and assimilation, which may vary from person in person, but are often inversely proportional to the age of who is in front of the television screen: the grandmothers are often faster than their grandchildren because of time spent in front of the carousel fossilize commercials of all time slots.
After this enlightening explanation (or slop) without pseudo-source (who knows maybe one studietto across the Channel have also done ...) and not clinically tested on anyone back on the right path for you to note that recently we lost those two bontemponi of San Crispino . Like what? The two guests on Sunday, those who fall in the middle room in the basement to get the wine. Cardboard.
"But you keep the brick in the wine here?" Said host to host finding surprised that they held the cardboard wine aging in place.
"Eh, is a wine taste ... hear that! "replied the wise the landlord failing to be polite and menacing at the same time, in style " Misery .
These two have given way to something much more artistic. In a spot that seems to come out straight from the Italian Renaissance . The you've no doubt seen, but I will describe the same through my child's eyes thirty.
Part One (The child's grandfather el'ectoplasma)
The child comes running. Despite the heat. Despite the hellish stench of fermentation. Despite the dozens of flies that are squashed in the tonsils. He saw the van of St. Crispin and end of the world wants to be the first to warn his grandfather.
"Grandpa, Grandpa is San Crispino" yells in timpani snatch the bell Amplifon that always surrounds a mo 'of plastic wrap.
His grandfather, taken aback by the attack-bite child-van, immediately becomes colored by fear and mozzarella burst instantly if it were not already dead in 1981, hit by a cart of Robiola Osella crazy. Raising his eyes from shooting ectoplasm actually see San Crispino speed past with the sunglasses and the arm out the window of the van and can not help but show off a smile sofficino & cheese taste bitterness while some incoherent words to come out unconsciously of mouth:
"It 's our wine said before taken in full from the dust of the holy divine unleashed from the van. (Segue!)
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