Decadence through the language

It is awful to see how English is penetrating insidiously in our beautiful language. Strangers from all over the world say that when they listen an Italian who speaks (gently of course) in his language, it is like to hear somebody singing. That’s how mellow Italian is. It’s the language of romance, poem, music. Mozart chose it as wings for his angelic music. Anyway we are still confident that mongrelize our language with this one I am using is something cool…