Mino Reitano
Italia

Last night on TV they aired Independence Day for the nth time: a question, how many Italians, after watching this film, know the day of American independence and how many still ignore the day of our liberation?

How many didn't know about the existence of the Tyrannosaurus rex before watching Jurassic Park?
How many were shocked to learn about the Titanic thanks to the film with DiCaprio?
How many know that if a soldier has lost three brothers in war, the Americans are so magnanimous as to say stop everyone, go home boy! Are all those in Iraq only children then?
How many believe that Jesus Christ died in Matera from depression thanks to Mel Gibbo?
How many understood the function of the Colosseum after Hispano acted as a tour guide?
How many have sung "Born in the U.S.A." convinced they really are, reduced to so many little Nando Moricone born in Kansas City from a pig soaked in cosmic patriotism and raised on a cheeseburger?
How many, because of all this, when they kill without reason someone who was escorting a prisoner, can no longer get indignant? How many can no longer get indignant if their fighter jets perform acrobatics and occasionally happen to knock down a cable car full of people? How many do not even know that with their planes they spread chemical clouds over our heads (http://www.sciechimiche.org/)?

So, now, let's thank them for being educated and let's do one thing:

Let's send them on tour with our money a mission composed of:
Giovanna Melandri who explains to them the Italian history from Little Red Riding Hood to Mortadella
Pecoraro Scanio who tells them how to make clean energy with incinerators and regasification plants
Mastella who explains to them how to keep prisons empty
Fassino who embodies (in every sense) the Italian dream: if he made it…
Those in favor of the bridge over the Strait, who teach them to design a nice bridge over Cuba, so they can keep an eye on it better, and those for the TAV, because drilling holes in mountains is beautiful, America has many, many mountains, even rocky ones
Andreotti and Cossiga who tell them how to carry out state massacres without getting caught (see Twin Towers)
Berlusconi who has turned to education, so he will surely have something to illustrate his democratic and liberal vision in American campuses
Let's send them Mieli who in the era of the Internet and Wikipedia believes he can make money with Garzantine, hence a clear and sharp vision of what information is today and how it is conveyed in the fastest and most updated way: paper, like the Egyptians
And finally, let's send them Mino Reitano, who sings everywhere he goes ITALIA, ITALIA, whose text is simply this, to be memorized, even for Muslims who want citizenship, and that every patrol of Carabinieri has the authority to request during document checks. Don't know it? Out you go!

It was so long that I wanted
With my song to tell you
Thanks to an old thought
Thanks to my country that
This Italy that breathes
Always beautiful and there is a reason why
These people love it
These people are like me
Then emotion takes me
For Florence that is there
For Venice that moves
And the eternal Rome is here
Italy, Italy
Of beautiful and equal earth there is none
Italy, Italy
This song I sing to you
A garden in the sea
Peasant like me
Laughs and sings and dancer
Maybe the sun was born here
This Italy that smells
Of oleander and why
Even when you're a little tired
You don't give up for a maybe
Italy, Italy
Of beautiful and equal earth there is none
Italy, Italy
This song I sing to you
You don't give up for a maybe
Italy, Italy
Of beautiful and equal earth there is none
Italy, Italy
This song I sing to you