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Rating: Once upon a time, the world spun much slower, children loved children's songs while adults were enraptured by Genesis and the Beatles; now instead, my 9-year-old grandchildren listen to Avril the whiner, Marylin MaRDon, and Di(L)do glued all day to their cursed cellphone or stupefied by the PSP. The good children watched the Zecchino d’Oro where a man in blue tights, which we discovered was blue a decade later, back then TV was black and white with only the national channel and everyone to bed after Carosello.
In short, this Mago Zurlì presented us every Spring with the songs we would sing in Summer, Summer, how beautiful Summer was, no school, daylight saving time, not that we understood daylight saving time, for us it was just an extra hour of playtime before going to bed, not that we stayed inside, TV was a semi-unknown object; after 5 p.m. when the "TV dei Ragazzi" ended, the screen remained on a still image of a gray N on a gray and black background, then if there was no program coming up, an obsessive TUUUUUUUUUUU attacked, and you would rush to turn off that magic box, and to turn it off you had to get up from the chair as there were no remote controls. A story that when you tell it now, they can hardly believe it, how on earth we survived without the omnipresent TV is not known, some, like me, grew up with various disorders, others committed suicide but, the majority managed to grow up despite Cristina d’Avena.
And yes, Cristina d’Avena, a childhood myth, her "Zum-Pa-Pa-Zum-Pa-Pa, this is the mosquito waltz" marked an era, she stoically always believed herself to be a singer/actress while in truth the only song she managed to bring to immortality is this little song for innocent children, a song that even now decades later still remains in the heads of many, a companion to now foggy memories, fog due to the use and abuse of various things: alcohol, drugs, children, wife, lovers, husbands, work, and school, all these things contribute to blanking the mind, but not her, that song returns and will always return accompanied by the various: Popov, 44 Gatti, Il Caffè della Peppina, Il Lungo Il Corto e Il Pacioccone. Then came Battisti, Bennato, Zero, de André but that is another story.
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The Mosquito Waltz
L. Zanin - A. Della Giustina
Beppone was snoring
In the big garden
And on his big nose
A mosquito flew
The wind was playing
A nice little waltz
So the mosquito
Started to dance.
Un lalla un lalla un lallalà
This is the waltz
Of the Mosquito
un lalla un lalla un lallalà
this is the waltz
That goes lallalà
In his sleep, Beppone
Who no longer snored
Wrinkled his nose
He laughed, he dreamed
He dreamed of a feather
A snowflake
A rose petal
Fallen from the sky.
But a mischievous cat
And a prankster
Hit the mosquito
Scratched its big nose
And the waltz ended
And the cat fled
So for Beppone
The enchantment vanished.
She, Cristina, was four years old at the time.
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