THE CLOUDS
a song by Fabrizio De Andrè

They go
they come
sometimes they stop
and when they stop
they are as black as the raven
it seems they look at you with evil eye

Some time they are white
and run
and take the heron shape
or the sheep shape
or some other animal
but this is seen better by the children
who play running after them for so long

Some time they advise you with noise
before coming
and the ground trembles
and the animals become quiet

They go
they come
they come back
and they will even stop for so many days
that you do not see the sun and the stars anymore
and it looks like you do not know
the place where you stay

They go
they come
for a true cloud
thousands appear faking
and they remain between us and the sky
to leave us only a desire for rain

Vanno
vengono
ogni tanto si fermano
e quando si fermano
sono nere come il corvo
sembra che ti guardano con malocchio

Certe volte sono bianche
e corrono
e prendono la forma dell’airone
o della pecora
o di qualche altra bestia
ma questo lo vedono meglio i bambini
che giocano a corrergli dietro per tanti metri

Certe volte ti avvisano con rumore
prima di arrivare
e la terra si trema
e gli animali si stanno zitti
certe volte ti avvisano con rumore

Vanno
vengono
ritornano
e magari si fermano tanti giorni
che non vedi più il sole e le stelle
e ti sembra di non conoscere più
il posto dove stai

Vanno
vengono
per una vera
mille sono finte
e si mettono li tra noi e il cielo
per lasciarci soltanto una voglia di pioggia.

“Imagine there’s no heaven

 

“Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one”.

Traduzione.

” Immagina non ci sia il paradiso
è facile se provi
nessun inferno sotto di noi
sopra solo il cielo
immagina che la gente
viva solo per l’oggi

Immagina non ci siano nazioni
non è difficile da fare
niente per cui uccidere e morire
e nessuna religione.
Immagina che tutti
vivano la loro vita in pace..

Puoi dire che sono un sognatore
ma non sono il solo
spero che ti aggregherai anche tu un giorno
e il mondo vivrà in unità

Immagina un mondo senza la proprietà
mi chiedo se ci riesci
senza necessità di avidità o rabbia
una fratellanza tra gli uomini
immagina tutta le gente
condividere il mondo intero…

Puoi dire che sono un sognatore
ma non sono il solo
spero che ti aggregherai anche tu un giorno
e il mondo vivrà in unità”.

Your uncle Claudio used this song to win the hearts of the girls … Your mom and your dad to make you sleep …

 

I tenaci vincoli della terra
d’un colpo ho reciso
e ho danzato lieto nell’aria
sopra ali d’argento.
Il cielo ho scalato,
di nuvole esplose
ho seguito il disegno impreciso
e ho fatto, contento,
cose che tu non puoi aver sognato:
tuffi, planate, giravolte,
ma lassù tutto è silenzio.
Ho spento i motori
e percorrendo spazi inviolati
di paradiso,
la mano ho messo fuori
e di Dio ho sfiorato il viso.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.  Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air ….
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.


Quale lupo vincera’

 

Un vecchio Cherokee narrò al suo nipotino la storia della battaglia che si perpetua all’interno delle persone.
Disse: “Figlio mio, la battaglia è tra i due lupi che vivono all’interno di tutti noi.
Uno è cattivo. È rabbia, invidia, gelosia, dolore, rammarico, avidità, arroganza, autocommiserazione, colpa, risentimento, inferiorità, menzogna, falso orgoglio, superiorità e ego.
L’altro è buono. È gioia, pace, amore, speranza, serenità, umiltà, gentilezza, benevolenza, empatia, generosità, verità, compassione e fede.”
Il nipotino restò a pensarci per un minuto e poi chiese al nonno: “Quale lupo vincerà?”
Il vecchio Cherokee rispose semplicemente: “ Quello che alimenti.”

An old Cherokee chief is teaching his grandson about life.

“A fight is going on inside all of us,” he said to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.”

“One is evil — he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.

The other is good — he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.

This same flight is going on inside you — and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old chief simply replied, “The one you feed.”

I wish you time to Touch the Stars

 

Non ti Auguro un Dono qualsiasi
ti auguro soltanto quello che i più non hanno
Ti Auguro Tempo, per divertirti e per ridere
se lo impiegherai bene, potrai ricavarne qualcosa
Ti Auguro Tempo, per il tuo Fare e per il tuo Pensare
non solo per te stesso, ma anche per donarlo agli altri
Ti Auguro Tempo, non per affrettarti e correre
ma tempo per essere contento
Ti Auguro Tempo, Non Soltanto per Trascorrerlo
ti auguro tempo perchè te ne resti
tempo per stupirti e per fidarti
e non soltanto per guardarlo all’orologio
Ti Auguro Tempo per Toccare le Stelle
e tempo per crescere, per maturare
Ti auguro Tempo per Sperare
nuovamente e per amare
non ha più senso rimandare
Ti Auguro Tempo per trovare te stesso
per vivere ogni tuo giorno, ogni tua ora come dono
Ti auguro Tempo anche per perdonare
Ti Auguro Tempo
tempo per la vita

 

Do not you wish a gift any
I wish you nothing but what most people do not have
I wish you time to have fun and laugh
if you appoint it well, you get something
I wish you time to do your thinking and your
not only for yourself but also to give it to others
I wish you time, not to rush and run
but a time to be happy
I wish you time, not only to spend
I wish you time because you’ll remain
time to be surprised and trust
and not only to watch the clock
I wish you time to Touch the Stars
and time to grow, to mature
I wish Time for Hope
and to love again
no longer makes sense to postpone
I wish you time to find yourself
to live your every day, every hour you as a gift
I wish you well time to forgive
I wish you time
time for life

Do not listen to your eyes,

 

Do not listen to your eyes, and do not believe what you see.
The eyes see only what ‘is limited.
Look with your understanding, find out what you already know ‘,
Then you’ll learn how to fly.
Non dar retta ai tuoi occhi, e non credere a quello che vedi.
Gli occhi vedono solo ciò’ che è limitato.
Guarda col tuo intelletto, e scopri quello che conosci già’,

dances like a cloud in the sky on a windy day…

Hello baby today I want to talk to you about your mother and your father and your mother a beautiful girl. So nice to take your breath away. two eyes that always smile speak a lot because they always have something to tell. And are always full of vitality, she dances like a cloud in the sky on a windy day. She likes to eat …… it is very sexy but that does not matter because it is your mom. And a very sweet and friendly. Now all these things you can not see why you are in her belly. But I want you to know that you’re inside the world’s most beautiful container.

Outside there a world that is waiting for you. And there is a great man called Marcus to me a friend, a brother. Just for you father a happy man will teach you many fun things.  He taught me many things about love. He will teach me to paddle the canoe.

Together they are a wonderful couple you’ll be a happy and fortunate child. I am your uncle claudioo I want you to know how to really get to know a girl like your mom. After becoming her friend and be happy with her friendship. You should know that happiness in love and friendship are the same. Bye

Balla come una nuvola in una giornata di vento

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Ciao bambino oggi voglio parlarti di tua mamma e di tuo padre tua mamma e una ragazza bellissima. Tanto bella da toglierti il fiato . due occhi che sempre sorridono  parla tantissimo perche a sempre qualche cosa da raccontare . E sempre piena di vitalita  balla come una nuvola nel cielo in una giornata di vento . Gli piace mangiare…… E molto sexy ma questo non importa perche e tua mamma. Ed e una amica dolcissima. Ora tu tutte queste cose non le puoi vedere perche sei nella sua pancia. Ma voglio che tu sappia che sei dentro il piu bel contenitore del mondo. Fuori ce un mondo che ti sta aspettando . E ce un grande uomo si chiama Marcus per me un amico ,un fratello . Per te semplicemente padre un uomo allegro simpatico ti insegnera tantissime cose. Mi ha insegnato molte cose sull amore. E mi insegnera ad usare la canoa . Loro sono una coppia meravigliosa sarai un bambino felice e fortunato. Io sono tuo zio claudioo io ti voglio insegnare come conoscere una ragazza come tua mamma . Dopo diventare suo amico ed essere felice della sua amicizia. Devi sapere che la felicita nell amore e nell amicizia  sono uguali . Ciao

Hello baby. Mr.. Kipling wrote ….

…. the words to which I have written but it’s not important who wrote them. Important that you can read the. Whether your sweet mom and your incredible father will one day read it.

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Se riesci a tenere la testa a posto quando tutti intorno a te
L’hanno persa e danno la colpa a te,
Se puoi avere fiducia in te stesso quando tutti dubitano di te,
Ma prendi in considerazione anche i loro dubbi.
Se sai aspettare senza stancarti dell’attesa


O essendo calunniato, non ricambiare con calunnie,
O essendo odiato, non dare spazio all’odio,
Senza tuttavia sembrare troppo buono, né parlare troppo da saggio;

Se puoi sognare, senza fare dei sogni i tuoi padroni;
Se puoi pensare, senza fare dei pensieri il tuo scopo,
Se sai incontrarti con il Successo e la Sconfitta
E trattare questi due impostori allo stesso modo.
Se riesci a sopportare di sentire la verità che hai detto
Distorta da imbroglioni che ne fanno una trappola per gli ingenui,
O guardare le cose per le quali hai

dato la vita, distrutte,
E piegarti a ricostruirle con strumenti usurati.

Se puoi fare un solo mucchio di tutte le tue fortune
E rischiarlo in un unico lancio di una monetina,
E perdere, e ricominciare daccapo
Senza mai fiatare una parola sulla tua perdita.
Se sai costringere il tuo cuore, nervi, e polsi
A sorreggerti anche quando sono esausti,
E così resistere quando in te non c’è più nulla
Tranne la Volontà che dice loro: “Resistete!”

Se riesci a parlare alle folle e conservare la tua virtù,
O passeggiare con i Re, senza perdere il contatto con la gente comune,
Se non possono ferirti né i nemici né gli amici affettuosi,
Se per te ogni persona conta, ma nessuno troppo.
Se riesci a riempire ogni inesorabile minuto
Dando valore a ognuno dei sessanta secondi,
Tua è la Terra e tutto ciò che contiene,
E — cosa più importante — sarai un Uomo, figlio mio!

from uncle Claudio – a letter to you

Letter for a child to be born.

The words are not mine.
but the words I want to say

 

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, well never mind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how much possibility was before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future or worry but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts; Don’t put up with other people who are reckless with yours.
 Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealously, sometimes you ahead, sometimes your behind.
The race is long, an in the end its only with yourself.
 Remembers compliments you receive; forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this tell me how.
Keep  your old love letters-Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe  you’ll marry; Maybe you won’t.
 Maybe you’ll have children; Maybe you won’t.
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40; Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken at your 75th wedding anniversary.
 Whatever you do don’t congratulate yourself to much of bright yourself either.
You choices are ½ chance- so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy you body, use it every way you can-Don’t be afraid of it-or what other people think of it; It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance-even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
 Read the directions-even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents.
 You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
 They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
 And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse.
 you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
 Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
and this is him, looks like a guy you can trust, huh?