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sabato 24 agosto 2013

How Fiat 500 matches the English style.

I took this picture in UK, an example of how Fiat 500 matches the English style.
Every day, I can see more and more Fiat 500 all around UK. A little Italy parked in your driveway that is able to match perfectly the English style. 



New Fiat 500 rages in the United Kingdom and the United States, where it is one of the most popular "city car". In the streets of the British capital is now as popular as the new Mini. But the charm of this legendary little car, re-invented by Fiat without abandoning the traditional system, it also extends to the "old 500", the so called "Il Cinquino", as it was called in Italy during the tumultuous years of the economic boom to the point that in England, auctions of vintage cars and offerings of retailers specialized reach astronomical figures, usually typical of a completely different cars. A confirmation of the trend, the Classic Driver UK site offers a sample of the Fiat 500 of 1959, restored by Graeme Hunt of London, a specialist in auto repair antiques, at a price in pounds equivalent to more than 40 thousand euro .
Who has an old " Cinquino " abandoned in a garage must realize that, beyond the affection, the little car may be more like a treasure. At least in London, a city that knows how to appreciate the tradition at least as much appreciates innovation.

martedì 13 agosto 2013

She was the one for me, she opened my eyes to see.



Stereophonics - "Indian summer". A me piace il ritornello "She was the one for me, she opened my eyes to see."

sabato 15 dicembre 2012

Il remix perfetto per iniziare la festa.

Russ Ballard- Voices (remix by Dj RushRMX) 

Chi non ha organizzato una megafesta nella propria vita? Quello che ti manca è la canzone delle canzoni. Meglio un remix. Meglio con un ritmo crescente, battuto. Ecco la proposta, Russ Ballard - Voices (remix by Dj RushRMX).  Of course, devi avere rigorosamente un buon subwoofer perchè la cassa deve arrivare. I cuori si devono sintonizzare battendo il ritmo. Per il resto, diffondi il verbo della canzone "Don't look back, look straight ahead, don't turn away, then the voice it said ......Don't look back, yesterday's gone, don't turn away, you can take it on" ed è fatta. La festa è pronta. 

domenica 28 ottobre 2012

Musica, vai con un altro disco.

Billy Idol - Rebel Yell

Non ho tempo di festeggiare e postare sul blog un anno di Cambridge. Sento dall'altra parte dell'Atlantico andare ancora molto forte l'intramontabile Billy Idol. La cosa più semplice e veloce, mettere un suo disco.

martedì 16 ottobre 2012

Musica, vai con il disco.


David Guetta - She Wolf

Metto musica quando non ho letteralmente tempo per postare. Musica, vai con il disco. Pausa.

lunedì 1 ottobre 2012

Carrie Underwood - Blown Away




"Blown Away"

 Dry lightning cracks across the skies
 Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
 Her daddy was a mean old mister
 Mama was an angel in the ground
 The weather man called for a twister
 She prayed blow it down

There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma
 To wash the sins out of that house
 There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma
 To rip the nails out of the past

[Chorus:]
 Shatter every window 'til it’s all blown away,
 Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
 'til there’s nothing left standing,
 Nothing left of yesterday
 Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
 Blown away

She heard those sirens screaming out
 Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
 She locked herself in the cellar
 Listened to the screaming of the wind
 Some people called it taking shelter
 She called it sweet revenge

[Chorus:]
 Shatter every window 'til it’s all blown away,
 Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
 'til there’s nothing left standing,
 Nothing left of yesterday
 Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
 Blown away

There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma
 To wash the sins out of that house
 There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma
 To rip the nails out of the past

Shatter every window 'til it’s all blown away (blown away)
 Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away (blown away)
 'til there’s nothing left standing,
 Nothing left of yesterday (blown away)
 Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,

Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away

domenica 12 agosto 2012

Best song of indians that perform on the streets.



Have you been impressed by the performance of the indians in some streets around the World? My favourite song is Chirapaq. Listen, a call back to the origin. We need a revolution. The words of this song is in Quechua which is an ancient language spoken by the Incas and Peruvians of South America. Link to Reencuentros music http://www.reencuentros.de/links.html

sabato 7 luglio 2012

Un film in inglese.




Sono stato rapito da questa bella canzone Fader dei The Temper Trap guardando un film in inglese  Tomorrow, when the war began

domenica 1 luglio 2012

Italia vola.


Anni anni '80? Si volava.
Per Italia-Germania ho perso la voce. Un pub a Cambridge, The Avery, si e trasformato nella curva incallita di un qualsiasi stadio italiano anche grazie al mio contributo.

domenica 27 maggio 2012

Euphoria! we got the summer songs 2012.

Ivi Adamou - La La Love Anmary - Beautiful Song Loreen - Euphoria

mercoledì 9 maggio 2012

Lyrics and text of Beautiful Boy (Coleen McMahon)


Tribute song to Tom Bridegroom

Oooooo ooh yeah yay.

Today, you’re gone;
Today, you left me:
You left me for Heaven.
I’m on my knees,
Crying and begging.
Please let me be, dreaming.
Please...
Let me be, dreaming.

Young, beautiful boy,
Making his way up to the golden doors.
Time will not erase all of the tears
Streaming down our faces for you.
We’ll miss you, baby boy.

Oooooo ooh yeah yay, mmm mmm.

Remembering
The way your smile
Made my world alright.
The sudden loss
Of what has made
My life worth living
Has left me
So broken

Young, beautiful boy,
Making his way up to the golden doors.
Time will not erase all of the tears
Streaming down our faces for you.
We’ll miss you, baby boy.
We’ll miss you, baby boy.

Ooooh, oh!

You were the one who gave me life:
A reason to wake up and try!
So why’d you have to die?
You were the one who gave me wings:
A reason to wake up a day and sing
A song of your life!

Ooh.
We’ll miss you, baby boy.
We’ll miss you, baby boy.

Young, beautiful boy,
Making his way up to the golden doors.
Time will not erase all of the tears
Streaming down our faces for you.
We’ll miss you, baby boy.

We’ll miss you, baby boy.
We’ll miss you, baby boy.

Ooooo (Improv.)

sabato 28 aprile 2012

Spensieratezza, non avranno mai la nostra felicitá! And we Danced.



Crolla l'Europa, giorno dopo giorno il futuro si rimpicciolisce, tramontando. Semplicemente una crisi passeggera o la fine di un sistema intrisecamente ingiusto in  cui il 10% della popolazione possiede la metá della ricchezza? In questa canzone, Let's burn down the Vatican.

And we danced, and we cried
and we laughed and had a really really really good time
Take my hand, let's have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives
Our lives, our lives, our lives, our lives
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
'Cause tonight's the night
Am I right?


Dance!


Feels like night for a party
My nature so naughty
There's a knock on the door, it's the neighbors
Quick cock blocking
We're having a ho-down, you hoe's down?
Don't let me pull my hose out
'Cause it's big, long, pink, strong
And known to dance like all night long
Grab my hand, play this song
DJ save my life, come on
Leave your fear, back off the wall
Free of beat and pussy pop
If you don't have a pussy
Pop a cock into a booty
To a booty


And we danced, and we cried
And we laughed and had a really really really good time
Take my hand, let's have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives


I am not, I am not going to stand on the wall
I will dance, I will dance, I will break that ass off
And I see you in the corner, corner looking so small
Doing the robot like if I die tonight at least I went hard
I will not, I will not give a damn who watches me
I will live, I will live liberate the fox in me
I will be the discoball, freak and give my all
To whatever girl's booty I'm freaking on
I'm not skeeting nah, it's just freaking hot
Alright I skeeted
I will not be a mannequin
The ego banish it
The roof's on fire
Let's burn down the Vatican
I will moon walk to Pluto in honor of Michael Jackson
In heaven he'll be saying that man is tight at dancing
RIP to the king, Michael Jackson, we learned it all from you
Dedicate this to the dance floor
Party up the sorrow 'til tomorrow morning happens
We pledge allegiance to the DJ put your hands up


And we danced, and we cried
And we laughed and had a really, really, really good time
Take my hand, let's have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives


You see me looking at you from that bar right over there
But your friends are huddled up and they are hating on a player
I just want to dance with you, get on the back of you
Tip tap the boots, extract the truth
Da-Dance with you, get on the back of you
Da-Dance dance dance
Awesome


Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh
Oh-ee, oh-ee, oh


Hey-oh, hey-oh
Hey-oh, hey-oh


Uh-ah-ba-bo
Uh-ah-ba-bo


Zib-oh-da-we-bab-ba-dap-bop-bop
Zib-oh-da-we-bab-ba-dap-bop-bop


And we danced, and we cried
and we laughed and had a really really really good time
Take my hand, let's have a blast
And remember this moment for the rest of our lives

Una delle canzoni piú belle di sempre, Just for you.




Lionel Richie - Just for you

venerdì 20 aprile 2012

Give Your Heart A Break



Don't wanna break your heart, I wanna give your heart a break, I know you're scared it's wrong, Like you might make a mistake, There's just one life to live, And there's no time to waste, to waste

domenica 19 febbraio 2012

Brava Emma, cosí si vince Sanremo.


Emma - Non è l'inferno (canzone vincitrice Sanremo 2012)

Ho… dato la vita e il sangue per il mio paese
e mi ritrovo a non tirare a fine mese,
in mano a Dio le sue preghiere
Ho… giurato fede mentre diventavo padre
due guerre senza garanzia di ritornare,
solo medaglie per l’onore
Se qualcuno sente queste semplici parole,
parlo per tutte quelle povere persone che
ancora credono nel bene…
Se tu hai coscienza guidi e credi nel paese
dimmi cosa devo fare per pagarmi da mangiare,
per pagarmi dove stare,
dimmi che cosa devo fare
No, questo no, non è l’inferno,
ma non comprendo com’è possibile
pensare che sia più facile morire
No, non lo pretendo ma ho ancora il sogno
che tu mi ascolti e non rimangano parole
Ho… pensato a questo invito non per compassione
ma per guardarla in faccia e
farle assaporare un po’ di vino e un poco da mangiare
Se sapesse che fatica ho fatto per parlare con mio figlio
che a 30 anni teme il sogno di sposarsi
e la natura di diventare padre
Se sapesse quanto è difficile il pensiero
che per un giorno di lavoro
c’è che ha più diritti di chi ha creduto
nel paese del futuro
No, questo no, non è l’inferno,
ma non comprendo com’è possibile
pensare che sia più facile morire
No, non lo pretendo ma ho ancora il sogno
che tu mi ascolti e non rimangano parole,
Non rimangono parole…
Pensare che sia più facile morire
Io no, non lo pretendo
ma ho ancora il sogno
che non rimangano parole
Non rimangano parole
Non rimangano parole.

giovedì 19 gennaio 2012

Call him Mr. Vain.



Mr. Vain. Era il 1993, che spensieratezza. Non ho tempo per postare, sono in trincea tra una lezione e l'altra. Ci si mette anche il lavoro a prosciugarmi le forze. Il mio inglese sta migliorando. Gli studenti provengono da tutte le parti del mondo. Non mi sono mai sentito cosí "globalizzato". Grinta.

martedì 29 novembre 2011

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