I have seven, but eight nine years, I walk around with my uncle Baptist I call uncle but the uncle My mother and giant glasses. It has the red Ford Escort that seems to me the most that one can ask from a sports car. We stop at various bars, my uncle always orders a white one for him and for me to surf, chat, distributes pats on the back and then starts getting all red screaming and banging his fingers against the counter. From below, the height of the mini ice-cream will not understand anything and I wonder if they're all so pissed off at the bar at ten morning. heat up screaming incomprehensible stuff and give a real big slap on steel close to the sugar bowls. "His name is Morris and if you're not careful is a dangerous thing" then I will tell my uncle coming home drunk with the escort (Ford Escort). He ordered the first and then played the second morra directly with the bartender. What kind.
Years later I met a guy on the morra that we wrote the thesis, then for a series of triangulations has experienced a that other guy on the morra we did a documentary.
This hilarious documentary I had the pleasure of co-writing the music.
It's called "The Hand and the Voice " ("La Voix et la Main") and you can see at the Mountain Film Festival in Trento.
Tuesday, May 4 at 21.30 and Thursday 6 to 17:30. Cinema Modena.
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