"Raymond! Raymond!" .. I have these words echoing in my head, I heard them say the voice broken by sobs Sandra Mondaini. I have forwarded the news, now harrowing chronicles of containers and evidence of pain. He would not like that the service of his death Mr. Vianello, no. He, person ironic humor in the end, English, we would joke about. He would have taken with joyous laughter. That was his style is also evident that one of his last interviews, when, waving his friend Mike Buongiorno, said "Mike, wait for us." And we joked. Vianello and because it was so because after 80 years if you smile and made me smile, which is never afraid of death?
Well, I like to imagine ascend with her smile, a satyr light at the court of what God gives us? Eh, the worst is certainly our own. Whenever a big if he goes, many are overcome with fear. Today, even more, because we live in a depressing transition (at least) the big circus television. See pictures of the house Vianello, simplicity and subtlety of his wit, leads only to an immediate nostalgia. Of course, Vianello has long had a sporadic rimenbranza in the schedules, contained in the album of memories of a television time was at least polite and elegant. Elegant is the right word. Yes, Vianello, as well as Gino Bramieri, television comedians were elegant. How can we not lament the disappearance of these great figures, when the same screen every few years is filled with laughter vulgar, petty, not to the meaning and format that only the taste of the audience hungry for publicity?
"Raymond! Raymond!" Sandra is not just calling you. He does not even those who for years turns on the TV or does it on rare occasions and that, in your day instead, I watched with relish. They taste a bit 'theatrical, outspoken and refined. We leave with your body at the mercy of a barbarous TV now, which has lost its docile quell'intrattenimento teachers. That satire, often corrosive, but never offensive. That tv, now distant and hatred that was not relieved, but still had a noble purpose to spread something: passion. Another key word passion: the passion with which you have done your job as a merchant of smiles, sarcatische digs. That passion should be taught to new show man, driven by success and exhibitionism, and even willing to go that far to fall in trush. What does it matter say, the elegance is dead, success is barbaric, the passion is frivolous, money swell the sails of this ship manufacturer unreal illusions. And here. Unreal. We are in full swing. There propinano claiming to be the unreal real. But You, the fiction that stage you did your job in life, you never cheated. You were right. Even when your digs with your beloved Sandra scoffed, looking at the camera, with your bright eyes, a sudden light passed, as if to say "I do not believe it. I love to death my Sandra."Hello Raymond, a man of television, a television that was a different story. Now the channel is changed, and indeed not: shut off, unless you choose to return.
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