tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43385675350151904562024-03-06T03:09:09.861+01:00land of hope and dreamsPaolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.comBlogger1347125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-29575135938511287682011-09-01T00:56:00.014+02:002012-02-28T01:00:40.756+01:00May you find what you love...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkhaOzrFvQoFDwzcEmYDiHTyZtME7h68SCBCRwF6tQSWdqjoW0qBwSsonaH2tjrTzbtApurtOrDuiDB33RJqdum3V9KHXTzeFxm-UQ2rfmZJaL3HBaiISqWEx85R0TfSjaoJip_2B2EuP/s1600/P1080283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkhaOzrFvQoFDwzcEmYDiHTyZtME7h68SCBCRwF6tQSWdqjoW0qBwSsonaH2tjrTzbtApurtOrDuiDB33RJqdum3V9KHXTzeFxm-UQ2rfmZJaL3HBaiISqWEx85R0TfSjaoJip_2B2EuP/s400/P1080283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647158129308113490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">È tempo di voltare pagina per aprirne un’altra. Questo sarà il mio ultimo post sul blog <i>Land of Hope and Dreams</i>. Mi sono appena lasciato alle spalle l’estate più bella della mia vita, un’estate all’insegna della <i>serendipity</i>, un’estate durante la quale le cose più indimenticabili le ho vissute quasi per caso, senza volerlo. Mi è solo bastato non voltare le spalle alla vita, come spesso mi è capitato di fare in passato. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ora mi ritrovo di nuovo qui a Milano, alla vigilia di un’altra avventura lavorativa come stagista dopo quella dell’anno scorso in terra americana alla <a href="http://paolomassa.blogspot.com/search/label/rai%20corporation">RAI di New York</a>. Non vedo l’ora di iniziare, anche se il pensiero continua e continuerà ad andare agli ultimi due mesi (luglio e agosto), in parte trascorsi in giro per mezza Europa con un biglietto InterRail e insieme a due grandi amici, e alle ultime interminabili settimane passate nella mia cara Salerno. </div><div style="text-align: center;">A ripensarci ora, tutto sembra essersi svolto alla perfezione, come se non avessi potuto chiedere di meglio alla vita. Continuo a pensare di essere un ragazzo fortunato, anche se troppo spesso me ne dimentico. Non so cosa sarà di me in futuro, so soltanto che nei prossimi mesi avrò delle importanti scadenze da rispettare (su tutte l’esame di stato a ottobre per diventare giornalista professionista). </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sono ancora alla ricerca della mia strada, ma forse non ne esiste solo una da imboccare per poi adagiarsi tutta una vita. Non funziona così il mondo: questo da un lato mi spaventa, dall’altro mi dà forza perché so di avere ancora la giovinezza dalla mia parte. Saluto con affetto i pochi lettori del blog che hanno condiviso i miei sogni e le mie speranze a suon di musica, cinema e viaggi. Non so quando, e se, riaprirò un altro blog dove poter riallacciare un dialogo con vecchi e, magari, nuovi amici. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Spero di non perdere, strada facendo, quella passione che mi ha spinto fin qui. Spero di non perdere quella poca fiducia che ancora ripongo in ciò che mi circonda. Auguro a tutti un futuro all’altezza delle proprie ambizioni, qualunque esse siano, nella speranza che ognuno di voi possa alla fine del viaggio trovare ciò che più ama al mondo. <i><b>Stay hungry, stay foolish folks, and don’t stop believing in your dreams</b></i>!</div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-24007169542541093652011-07-20T11:32:00.009+02:002019-03-28T08:57:44.672+01:00Keep the train running<div style="text-align: center;">
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Di nuovo <i>on the road</i>. Di nuovo con un biglietto InterRail in giro per mezza Europa, e con due grandi amici al mio fianco. Sarà un viaggio pazzesco: 13 città diverse, da Monaco di Baviera a Budapest, da Bratislava a Vienna, da Cracovia a Praga, da Berlino a Copenaghen, da Stoccolma a Helsinki, da Tallinn a Riga fino a Vilnius. Partiremo dalla stazione di Salerno, la nostra piccola grande <i>hometown. </i>Tante altre stazioni ci accoglieranno, e ad ogni fermata cercheremo di raccontare un pezzetto della nostra avventura sul blog <b>Keep the train running</b>. Iniziamo con la nostra <i>Balcony Session </i>a ritmo di Eddie Vedder.<i> </i>See you around Europe, folks!</div>
Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-60455635028647407052011-06-20T11:07:00.006+02:002011-06-24T10:37:54.131+02:00Thank you for your Love, Big Man<div style="text-align: center;">My dear <b>Blood Brothers</b>, enjoy the best ever sax-solo played by the <i>Minister of Soul</i> and <i>Secretary of the Brotherhood</i>, <b>Big Man Clarence Clemons</b>. We'll miss him so much. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Stay hungry, stay foolish, and if life will be hard with you just remember: "<b>Life can even be sweet, it gotta be sweet somehow</b>". See you around...</div><object style="height: 340px; width: 450px" width="450" height="340"><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYfVz-w32Os?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></div><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FYfVz-w32Os?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-70324430614476079272011-06-19T08:55:00.004+02:002011-06-19T12:41:21.850+02:00Rest in Peace, Big Man<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWNNugLyx9IBdAo0DQEyvlTdvzROH1Lembn4ftdZrVRTOs8hl3BSJ7gsSqcqcwtTEu66_s2TpDS41o4jmN4nbmCDTaqSjGoBxS3qS8sBwsOdWKQAlsYajp0qfkNJl-qHYpyHTafPAFyNn/s1600/clemons.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWNNugLyx9IBdAo0DQEyvlTdvzROH1Lembn4ftdZrVRTOs8hl3BSJ7gsSqcqcwtTEu66_s2TpDS41o4jmN4nbmCDTaqSjGoBxS3qS8sBwsOdWKQAlsYajp0qfkNJl-qHYpyHTafPAFyNn/s400/clemons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619878693770552466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Rest in Peace, Clarence Clemons: <b>Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band</b> will never be the same without you.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">We'll miss you on that fuckin' stage, Big Man. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you so much for your Love!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-PTJHhUeAfc?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></div></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-41457004542948627362011-06-19T08:53:00.001+02:002011-06-19T08:55:04.424+02:00Brunori Sas - Tre Capelli Sul Comò<div style="text-align: center;">Mi chiedo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ora che cosa ne farò</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dei tuoi capelli d’oro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Volati sul comò</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forse li porterò</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ad una zingara e una strega</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perché ne facciano una droga</div><div style="text-align: center;">Capace di farmi scordare di te</div><object style="height: 340px; width: 450px" width="450" height="340"><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/miCYdY4DmNw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></div><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/miCYdY4DmNw?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></object>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-19183072687606358472011-06-19T08:50:00.002+02:002011-06-19T08:53:10.491+02:00Brunori Sas - Lei, Lui, Firenze<div style="text-align: center;">Penso che sia una follia andare all'Ikea</div><div style="text-align: center;">C'è sempre una gran confusione anche di sabato sera </div><div style="text-align: center;">Poi lo sai mi fa tristezza vedere la gente</div><div style="text-align: center;">Che sogna di comprare tutto e si accontenta di niente...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...E lo so che non basta un bicchiere per sorridere e dimenticare</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ho le mie solite bugie e le mie sciocche fantasie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ZA-TZYuhJ0?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-65022689199040335012011-06-17T10:47:00.002+02:002011-06-17T10:53:49.950+02:00Brunori Sas - Fra milioni di stelle<div style="text-align: center;">Forse ha ragione la donna delfino </div><div style="text-align: center;">Che la vita è proprio come te la immagini tu </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ad ognuno la sua verità, la sua dose di fantasia </div><div style="text-align: center;">C'è chi odia la gente quando accende la tv </div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi l'ha dato via per niente, chi non ce la fa più </div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi sorride alla morte in un giorno d'amore </div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi sta in fila da anni e non può più aspettare… </div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FKxOT47A2Bk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">...Forse ha ragione il profeta patrizio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Che la vita non è poi questo grande supplizio</div><div style="text-align: center;">E non c'è solamente una via per raggiungere la verità</div><div style="text-align: center;">C'è chi beve negroni, chi nemmeno un caffè</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi si è rotto i coglioni di guardare Raitre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi è partito e si è perso e chi ha perso il partito</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chi si sente diverso, chi non alza mai un dito</div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-24114904569133141772011-06-17T00:51:00.003+02:002011-06-17T00:56:42.848+02:00Brunori Sas - Una domenica notte<div style="text-align: center;">E la conosci questa sensazione</div><div style="text-align: center;">Questo senso di vuoto senza una ragione...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...E la conosci quella tentazione</div><div style="text-align: center;">Quella voglia di fuggire senza una ragione...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...E la conosci bene questa sensazione</div><div style="text-align: center;">E' una specie di ottimismo senza una ragione</div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/umpTioC4Iss?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-63630584122194299452011-06-17T00:39:00.001+02:002011-06-17T00:41:05.078+02:00Bon Iver - Calgary<div style="text-align: center;">Open ears and open eyes...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0KrmxavLIRM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-14355541885369689232011-06-17T00:32:00.001+02:002011-06-17T00:33:50.441+02:00Il Più Grande Spettacolo Dopo Il Big Bang<div style="text-align: center;">Ho preso la chitarra senza saper suonare</div><div style="text-align: center;">E' bello vivere anche se si sta male</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RruDYGIx1Ak" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-21073236886635462582011-06-16T11:28:00.003+02:002011-06-16T11:34:52.733+02:00Bruce Springsteen - Wrecking Ball<div style="text-align: center;">Yeah we know that come tomorrow</div><div style="text-align: center;">None of this will be here</div><div style="text-align: center;">So hold tight to your anger</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hold tight to your anger</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hold tight to your anger </div><div style="text-align: center;">And don't fall to your fear...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lqASHIMbkcg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="390"></embed></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">...When your best hopes and desires</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Are scattered through the wind</div><div style="text-align: center; ">And hard times come, hard times go</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Hard times come, hard times go</div><div style="text-align: center; ">And hard times come, hard times go</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Hard times come, hard times go</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Yeah just to come again</div></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-9504169666477042712011-06-10T14:36:00.005+02:002011-06-10T14:41:40.287+02:00Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Viva la VITA, viva la MUSICA, viva la LIBERTA'!!!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sittin' in the mornin' sun</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come</div><div style="text-align: center;">Watching the ships roll in</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then I watch 'em roll away again</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Es3Vsfzdr14" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-681881323868064062011-06-08T19:59:00.002+02:002011-06-08T20:02:19.522+02:00Charles Bradley - Heartaches and Pain<div style="text-align: center;">I love Charles Bradley!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F63vjGlJvO8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-5186337610034513772011-06-08T19:36:00.000+02:002011-06-08T19:37:44.748+02:00Coldplay - Charlie Brown<div style="text-align: center;">My steel cold dreams</div><div style="text-align: center;">When they smash my heart into smithereens</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be a bright red rose combusting the concrete</div><div style="text-align: center;">Be a cartoon heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">A lot of fire from the smoke</div><div style="text-align: center;">A lot of fire framing my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x4yLwJi8vHs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-61315270704476743312011-06-08T19:33:00.001+02:002011-06-08T19:35:39.218+02:00Scala & Kolacny Brothers - Everlong<div style="text-align: center;">And I wonder</div><div style="text-align: center;">If everything could ever feel this real forever</div><div style="text-align: center;">If anything could ever be this good again</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VeVUJBk_HQ4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-89327895384078972982011-06-06T11:46:00.001+02:002011-06-06T11:48:19.249+02:00Eddie Vedder - Longing to Belong<div style="text-align: center;">And when the time is right </div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope that you'll respond</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like when the wind gets tired</div><div style="text-align: center;">The ocean becomes calm</div><div style="text-align: center;">I may be dreaming </div><div style="text-align: center;">But I'm longing to belong to you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lqZ0-PhHsaE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-67081766831945043752011-06-05T13:20:00.001+02:002011-06-05T13:22:28.363+02:00Death Cab for Cutie - You Are A Tourist<div style="text-align: center;">And if you feel just like a tourist </div><div style="text-align: center;">In the city you were born </div><div style="text-align: center;">Then, it's time to go </div><div style="text-align: center;">And you find your destination </div><div style="text-align: center;">With so many different places to call home</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object style="height: 340px; width: 450px" width="450" height="340"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkk5wViJo-I?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></object></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-73562585645174116032011-06-04T14:16:00.001+02:002011-06-04T14:18:06.315+02:00Dropkick Murphys & The Boss - Peg O' My Heart<div style="text-align: center;">Peg O' my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll love you </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't let us part</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you </div><div style="text-align: center;">I always knew it would be you</div><div style="text-align: center;">Peg O' my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rGvZGCh16yA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-63521228007989247452011-06-04T14:14:00.001+02:002011-06-04T14:16:32.806+02:00Coldplay - Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall<div style="text-align: center;">But my heart is beating </div><div style="text-align: center;">And my pulses start</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cathedrals in my heart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Kf_6BWcOOg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-65773670435061546322011-05-30T15:38:00.001+02:002011-05-30T15:40:29.858+02:00Akron/Family - Fuji II (Single Pane)<div style="text-align: center;">And when the summer finally found us</div><div style="text-align: center;">Asleep beneath the trembling leaves</div><div style="text-align: center;">The message traced across our hearts read:</div><div style="text-align: center;">B E L I E V E</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object style="height: 340px; width: 450px" width="450" height="340"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3o4kFh6X0w?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></object></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-75040534900055429422011-05-30T01:37:00.003+02:002011-05-30T01:46:36.291+02:00Davide Van De Sfroos - Ciamel Amur<div style="text-align: center;">Te, ciàmel amuur </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Tu chiamalo amore)</div><div style="text-align: center;">anca se l'eet mai savüü </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Anche se non l'hai mai saputo)</div><div style="text-align: center;">te ciàmel amuur </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Tu chiamalo amore)</div><div style="text-align: center;">anca se t'ho piëe vedüü </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Anche se non ti ho più visto)</div><div style="text-align: center;">ciàmel amuur </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chiamalo amore)</div><div style="text-align: center;">ciàmel amuur </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chiamalo amore)</div><div style="text-align: center;">ciàmel amuur </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Chiamalo amore)</div><div style="text-align: center;">o ciàmel nagott </div><div style="text-align: center;">(O non chiamarlo per niente)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object style="height: 340px; width: 450px" width="450" height="340"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4oae3EVues?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></object></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-1672881103959606992011-05-29T10:37:00.001+02:002011-05-29T10:40:39.143+02:00The Strokes - Two Kinds of Happiness<div style="text-align: center;">Happiness is two different things</div><div style="text-align: center;">What you take and then what you bring</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't waste your heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't waste your heart</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="450" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b9HOmzxbybU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-79625434405946316762011-05-28T18:38:00.004+02:002011-05-28T18:44:53.397+02:00Rest in Peace, Gil<div style="text-align: center;">No matter how far wrong you've gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can always turn around</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object style="height: 340px; width: 450px" width="450" height="340"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8VOKhRr0eg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="340"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">E' <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/2011/05/27/us/AP-US-Obit-Gil-Scott-Heron.html?_r=1&hp">morto</a> il grande musicista afroamericano <b>Gil Scott-Heron</b>. Nemmeno un anno fa, in un parco di Harlem, a New York City, ebbi la fortuna di vedere un suo <a href="http://paolomassa.blogspot.com/2010/08/metti-una-sera-ad-harlem.html">concerto</a>. Addio Gil!</div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-18075111033503966492011-05-24T11:10:00.004+02:002011-05-24T11:13:09.320+02:00Happy Birthday, Bobby!<div style="text-align: center;">I was born here and I’ll die here against my will<br />I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still<br />Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb<br />I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from<br />Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer<br /><div style="text-align: center;">It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RZgBhyU4IvQ" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe></div></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4338567535015190456.post-16247124515709240562011-05-24T11:08:00.001+02:002011-05-24T18:26:26.475+02:00Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues<div style="text-align: center;">But I don't, I don't know what that will be<br />I'll get back to you someday soon you will see<br />What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do<br />I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KyP0DACgdgc" allowfullscreen="" width="450" frameborder="0" height="340"></iframe></div>Paolo Massahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00099559820832839325noreply@blogger.com0