Hello. After more than a month published a new blog post. I wonder if you remember the song I'm Sicilian, pubblicai your blog che ormai questo ben di più a anno fa. Qualche tempo fa è stato anche di stampato its a centinaio Maglietta.
Adesso hanno tradotto in inglese it! So what, seeded buffo, ma per me è stato a onore, e quindi il brano command vi ... suona bene. non trovato?
A presto Luigi -----
There's some English in my blood that makes it run with a vehemence instinctive. A kind of strength that can become uncover that feeds violence but always with a deep sense of honor.
In my eyes there is a remote antiquity, a smug look toward the new that he considers it a secular disenchantment.
In my soul there is a indole Araba, clinging to the senses, careful to the occasion. There is an ancient
suspicion evening, facing all the prejudice that every man is by nature con.
However I do not deceive anyone.
am a link builder, real relations that tied to my heart forever Nothing
oblivion.
The island where I live is a place where the sun shines so much that has become dry.
Cracked by tremors of the earth and swept by the Sirocco is straight as immovable rock in the middle of the Mediterranean.
know what it means to have a family. And I know what it means to belong.
know enough to know that poverty is related to dignity.
This land appears to be a secret that I own. Do not know how to explain it because it is a secret not revealed, is transmitted.
is something that only we know and who lives among us and would like to mention that although we would not know the make. We know and you!
can get an indication in our citrus scent.
My job is the seller's screaming their treasures. In my screams are my world. Che
songs are like talking about my Sicily. [...]
