I hope you find your dream

Sir Sly – Gold

Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal
Pocket full of yellow, yellow
Pocket full of gold
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream, yeah...

(yea) And what did you say back to me?
Dreaming, old maybach cruising
Maybe talking crazy, but I want it
A hundred thousand ways to choose it
Who the hell is out and who's in?
Trouble, maybe I'm too subtle

Mouth made of metal, metal, metal
Pocket full of yellow, yellow
Pocket full of gold
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream
And darling never settle, settle, settle
Chasing down the devil, devil
Chasing down the gods
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream

I'm living like a silent movie
Shut your mouth and see straight through me
Finding that you're hiding in your money (money, m-m-money)
I got a million ways to lose it
But nothing in my life worth proving
Chasing, all my time is wasted

Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal
Pocket full of yellow, yellow
Pocket full of gold
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream
And darling never settle, settle, settle
Chasing down the devil, devil
Chasing down the gods
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream

It's the push and the pull
It's the rise and the fall
I don't owe you a single thing
I don't owe you anything
It's the push and the pull
It's the big and the small
I don't owe you a single thing
Not a god damn thing

My mouth is made of metal, metal, metal
Pocket full of yellow, yellow
Pocket full of gold
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream
And darling never settle, settle, settle
Chasing down the devil, devil
Chasing down the god
And I hope you find
I hope you found your dream

My mouth is made of metal, metal, metal
Pocket full of yellow, yellow
Pocket full of gold
And I hope you find
I hope you find your dream (I don't owe you anything)
And darling never settle, settle, settle
Chasing down the devil, devil
Chasing down the gods
And I hope you found
I hope you find your dream (I don't owe you anything)

I hope you find your dream

Il più bel tweet di Beppe Grillo.

”Hanno bussato alla porta e non c’era nessuno. Era Matteo Renzi” (il miglior tweet di Beppe Grillo)

Thanks to Bucentaur Venice could recover its former glory and its old spirit.

In four years, Bucentaur could be rebuilt and show the same look it had before Napoleon burnt it in Bacino San Marco. After a century, France gives Italy 600 trunks from a forest of Aquitaine to repair the offense. The news was announced a few days ago, but today it became known as the entrepreneur who will fund the first part of the project. His name is Alberto Peruzzo, 49 years old and describes himself as "a man of passion and sometimes even action". It is the news that puts in motion the reconstruction of the gorgeous, last, golden boat on which the Doge used to celebrate the marriage with the sea every year during the Ascension Day.

In a Venice "intoxicated" by mass tourism and increasingly distorted by its urban and commercial changes (13 cruise ships with 40,000 tourists travel through fragile Venice in one day), it would be a good sign, finally concrete, reconnecting directly to the tradition of its ancient crafts and its seafaring tradition. 

The way to go is still long, but if the French believe that is possible, it's time for the Venetians to believe it and act as a consequence. 

Crying For No Reason.

Katy B - "Crying For No Reason" 

[Verse 1]

I pushed all my problems to the back of my mind

Then they surfaced in my dreams, they come alive

I sweep all my issues to somewhere I can find

In hope that I’ll forget but there’s just so many times

Why can’t I be strong and just confront all my fears?

When my fear is hurting you by being sincere

But how many more days can I run? How many years

Emotions flooding and now it's all seeming so clear.

[Chorus]

Crying for no reason, feel the tears roll down

I felt strong but am I breaking now?

Crying for no reason ‘cause I buried it deep

I made promises I could not keep

‘Cause I never faced all the pain I caused

Now the pain is hitting me full force

[Verse 2]

I pushed all my problems to the back of my brain

A darkness deep inside where I just can’t find my way

How can I walk with a smile? Get on with my day

When I deceived myself pretending it’s all okay

I tried my best to hold it all together, I know

The strings have worn away and now I’m all exposed

I try and hide it all away on top of the shelf

I can lie to everyone but not to myself

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Forgive me now ‘cause I said that I’ll be there for you, care for you

I let you down, I walked away

‘Cause there were things I couldn’t say to you, say to you

I’m breaking now

[Repeat x2]

I burned some bridges down

There must be some way out

The voices speak so loud

Will you forgive me now?

[Chorus:]

Tutti in Sicilia. La rinascita turistica dopo i lampi di lupara.

Una vista dall'alto del Teatro antico di Taormina. Come sfondo il mar Ionio e l'Etna.

Ovunque vado, ovunque chieda è la Sicilia la terra promessa. E il fenomeno è solo agli inizi, vedrete nei prossimi anni. Molto del merito lo dobbiamo ad Andrea Camilleri, il cui comissario Montalbano spopola oltremanica. Negli ultimi anni sembrano gli scrittori i fautori delle direttrici del turismo di massa. Vieni in Svezia per rivivere i luoghi dei tuoi gialli preferiti, era il motto stoccolmiano grazie alla serie di Stieg Larsson. Ora è la Sicilia a rinascere dalle ceneri di una mafia che ha lasciato a questa terra un sapore sconosciuto e misterioso. La Sicilia ha lo stesso fascino di un baule vecchio centinaia di anni che puoi aprire finalmente senza lampi di lupara.  Cultura, buona tavola, clima mite, l'unico vulcano giantesco sempre attivo, mare e tutto quello che volete da questa vita meravigliosa.