We arrived beginning of this, hopefully, happy 2009! But already there is an air of fraud and serious problems for one of the most beautiful cities on earth: Naples. Few years ago, reduced to rags, is plagued by a mountain of trouble that justice is trying to solve or decrease. A city of culture and destination studies, suddenly covered with blood and Fraud for power and quant 'other .... What misery! Now it is useless to occupy space writing the causes, effects and everything to do with the technical side of the story but I would like, a reflection by visitors. For information on the technical side of mass media we have "attacked" in recent days .... For a minute let's forget for a moment the political struggle. I invite all visitors to this space, think about this song published here! Entitled "The boy via Gluck", written and to music by Adriano Celentano , is a song that personally sent thoughts and moods! I tried to put myself in the shoes of a Neapolitan forced to leave Naples for various reasons and after all this years ago ..... time to go back and find the same again!! I would like to invite everyone to leave a comment reflective not of the usual personal attacks and senseless words, we make the effort to try to contribute in our small way, to cure the "disease" of Naples!! Thanks!
The Boy street Gluck
That's the story
of one of us
He was born to the event via Gluck
In a house outside the city
quiet people, who worked
Where there was grass there is now
A city
And that house
In the middle of the Green now
Where will
This guy of the street Gluck
He enjoyed playing with me
But one day he said
I go City
And he said while crying
I asked him friend
Are not you glad
Go finally be in town
There you'll find the things you have not had here
You can wash at home without going
Down in the courtyard
My dear friend, "said
If I was born here
In this way
Now leave my heart
But how do you not understand
It is a chance for you to stay
Barefoot to play in the fields
While there breathing in the center concrete
But there will come a day when I return
Still here
And hear the friend train
whistling so
Wa wa
years pass
But eight are long
But that guy has come a long way
But do not forget his first home
Now with the money he can buy it
Back and can not find friends who had
only on homes homes
Tar and cement
Where there was grass there is now
A city
And that house in the woods now
Where will
Oh no
do not know, I do not know why
continue to build, the houses
And do not let the grass
not let the grass
not let the grass
Do not let the grass
Oh no
If we go on like this, who knows
How would
Who knows ......
(Adriano Celentano )
JOHN Take it
The Boy street Gluck
That's the story
of one of us
He was born to the event via Gluck
In a house outside the city
quiet people, who worked
Where there was grass there is now
A city
And that house
In the middle of the Green now
Where will
This guy of the street Gluck
He enjoyed playing with me
But one day he said
I go City
And he said while crying
I asked him friend
Are not you glad
Go finally be in town
There you'll find the things you have not had here
You can wash at home without going
Down in the courtyard
My dear friend, "said
If I was born here
In this way
Now leave my heart
But how do you not understand
It is a chance for you to stay
Barefoot to play in the fields
While there breathing in the center concrete
But there will come a day when I return
Still here
And hear the friend train
whistling so
Wa wa
years pass
But eight are long
But that guy has come a long way
But do not forget his first home
Now with the money he can buy it
Back and can not find friends who had
only on homes homes
Tar and cement
Where there was grass there is now
A city
And that house in the woods now
Where will
Oh no
do not know, I do not know why
continue to build, the houses
And do not let the grass
not let the grass
not let the grass
Do not let the grass
Oh no
If we go on like this, who knows
How would
Who knows ......
(Adriano Celentano )
JOHN Take it
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