Non vorrei fare l’uccellaccio del malaugurio, ma quando il povero Monti finirà sulla graticola andremo tutti a prostrarci davanti a Sua Maestà… Lo spunto iniziale lo devo a Klaus. – It’s not so easy to translate this one: about a liar we say that he promised beaches and mountains (mari e monti), about a cheap skate we say that he served us pizza and figs, in case of inaccuracy we say “a butt and a span”, about something that happens instantly we say that it’s cooked and eaten. When all of these guys will pass by we will have Berlusconi back…
