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Thursday, 16 April 2020
For Italy
When I was studying in the Soviet Union during the '80s, foreign music (apart from English) was generally very popular. Among the European genre, many of us liked the Italian and Spanish songs; they were often played in discos and bars around Moscow. Record disks produced in the USSR were available to buy. Famous Italian singers included Adriano Celentano, Ricci, Poveri, and Toto Cutugno (a personal favourite).
We visited Italy in 2015; the people were very friendly and we have always loved Italian food. We ate many different pasta dishes, and enjoyed large thin pizzas in local Venetian restaurants. We tried foods like bottarga, lasagna, ribollita, carbonara, etc, and all were delicious. When the kids didn't know what they wanted to eat, pizza or spaghetti always worked.
In Italy, it is not only the food that makes it remarkable. Their rich history combined with the charming cities of Verona, Venice and Pisa; the famous Vatican; the story of Pinocchio and the beautiful ladies with long black hair is what will always bind us to Italy.
Right now, Italy is going through a difficult period alongside the rest of Europe. However, we can see that the number of deaths from Covid-19 are reducing and the curve of its graph is starting to bend downwards. I sincerely hope Italy has now passed its peak, and that this beautiful country will soon get back on its feet.
For me, Toto Cutugno's song "L'italiano" epitomises the Italian spirit.
Viva Italia
The Italian
Let me sing
with a guitar in my hand
Let me sing
I am Italian.
Good Morning Italy with your spaghetti
and your partisan for President
with my hand on the radio
and a canary on the window
Good Morning Italy with your artists
with your many American posters
with your songs of love
with kind hearts
with more women still less nuns (more women not becoming nuns?)
Good Morning Italy
Good Morning Mother Mary
with eyes full of sadness
Good Morning God
I know you know I am here.
Let me sing
with a guitar in hand
Let me sing
a song, slowly, slowly
Let me sing
because I am proud
I am an Italian
A genuine/real Italian.
Good Morning Italy who doesn't scare
with peppermint flavored toothpaste
with a pinstripe blue suit
with slow moving Sundays on TV
Good Morning Italy with extra-strong espresso coffee
the new sock from the drawer
with the clean flag (flag that switched sides/flag that was clean)
a 600 (type of car I can't think of)
Good Morning Italy
Good Morning Mother Mary
with eyes full of sadness
Good Morning God
I know you know I'm here.
Let me sing
with a guitar in my hand
Let me sing
a song, slowly, slowly
Let me sing
because I am proud
I am Italian
A genuine/real Italian.
Friday, 10 April 2020
To the Unknown
Cherry flowers
blooming again,
small little white flowerlings
nature does not stop
nurturing the life around,
on any other day
would fill my heart with joy
but today, on Good Friday
Six thousand and many hundreds
of unknown souls
left the land of living
without loved ones beside them
life and death
is all we have
in a fleeting moment
called living
All I can do is
to dedicate the April flowers
of a small cherry tree
to the departed unknown You
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