[..] "A nation that ignores its own may not be yesterday tomorrow."
cit. Indro Montanelli
This famous phrase of the well known journalist, has lately very often on TV, thanks to an advertisement, but unlike the first time I heard it while a student in high school, in These days I was particularly fascinated and impressed. We know our past, that of our grandparents and the farthest of our ancestors? Therefore, we should dwell especially to our national roots, to those of our beloved ITALY now the whole population celebrated with intense moral participation.
I also want to celebrate it in my little singing, imagining a unison chorus with you all, our anthem (in its full version)
I also want to celebrate it in my little singing, imagining a unison chorus with you all, our anthem (in its full version)
Brothers of Italy Italy has awakened ,, With Scipio
She has bound her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
slave of Rome
God has made.
a cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
We for centuries
downtrodden and derided,
Why not one people,
Because we are divided.
Let one flag, one hope
us together
Already the hour has struck.
a cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
downtrodden and derided,
Why not one people,
Because we are divided.
Let one flag, one hope
us together
Already the hour has struck.
a cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
Let us unite and love one another,
the Union, and the love
Reveal to peoples The way of the Lord;
swear to free Our native soil
united under God, Who will win
us?
a cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
the Union, and the love
Reveal to peoples The way of the Lord;
swear to free Our native soil
united under God, Who will win
us?
a cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
From the Alps to Sicily
Legnano is everywhere, Ferruccio
Every man has the heart, has a hand
The children of Italy Are all called
Balilla,
the sound of each ring
Vespers rang.
a cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
Legnano is everywhere, Ferruccio
Every man has the heart, has a hand
The children of Italy Are all called
Balilla,
the sound of each ring
Vespers rang.
a cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
Son that drunk
swords sold:
Already the Eagle of Austria
Has lost his plumes.
The blood of Italy,
the Polish blood
drank, along with the Cossack,
But it burned her heart.
gather cohort
Ready to die
Italy called
swords sold:
Already the Eagle of Austria
Has lost his plumes.
The blood of Italy,
the Polish blood
drank, along with the Cossack,
But it burned her heart.
gather cohort
Ready to die
Italy called
With the same modesty mentioned above, I share with you all the fellow countrymen Dolcino flag that I made in honor of this event
INGREDIENTS
strawberry cream of rice (ready)
unsalted pistachios of Bronte
vanillin ( Mondospezie )
bowls, cup and saucer Atmosphere Italian
PREPARATION
I simply distributed in three layers of the ingredients used, referring to just the flag. I
private pistachios their thin skins, I added very little vanilla (just for flavor), cream of rice and a little above the surface layer of strawberries
Still ITALY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
The dish is decorated with other pistachios, a strawberry and a dollop of whipped cream
With this fresh approach to enter the contest Antonella held in his "La Cucina di Antonio"
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