RockaRolla!

Happy BDay, Mr. Halford: 61 years of great, bloody and damn R'nR!


Judas Priest - Rocka Rolla Live (1975)

The Never Ending Story (Die unendliche Geschichte)

So, after only 28 years since I saw the movie, I've read the book. And now I'm here, asking  myself:... "but why the fuck I've been waiting 28 years?" ....  who knows ... The apple falls when is ripe, and we see that the right time is now. .. now, that many things have happened. But that's another story, and this should be told at another time.

 

Neuffen

in January I did a short tour in Germany, stopping in a tiny village near Stuttgart ... often the small villages reveal much more than the big cities the character of a people.
Germany has always amazed at the quiet order, cleanliness, care even in the most insignificant things ...
aspects of life totally foreign to my nature, but perhaps this strike me so much ...

Neuffen and Stuttgart 

Sagrada Familia

The great cathedrals have always been a source of deep attraction for me.
I do not mind the religious aspect, I have no interest or respect for any religion.
But the transport, dedication, intelligence and the power of the men who designed, intended, built and decorated them, the incredible strength that they carry inside them, the witness of time, space, taste of those who have wanted them... I consider them a great monument to human's genius.
The Sagrada Familia was able to leave me speechless since the first time I saw it ... I remember I kept a a powerful reminder of it, and when I got to see it again a few months ago, after almost 20 years since my first visit, I spent an entire afternoon to drink its beauty, its light, its wonderful passages.
The photos do not make a penny of the wonder I lived with that visit, but I hope will please you too.

Barcelona - Sagrada Familia

Good save the Queen. Anarchists killed the Kings.

"I killed the king of this State because he is responsible for all the pale and bleeding victims of the system he represents and he is defending. "
On the evening of Sunday, July 29, 1900, in Monza, Gaetano Bresci, anarchist from  Prato, killed the King of Italy Umberto I of Savoy shooting against him three gunshots.
Now, 112 years later, there is no one from Prato that instead of hating the poor Chinese slaves of  factories
want to pissed off with those who had power?
Although not an anarchist is fine equal ...
just that he has good aim.
internazionale anarchica

with friendship and love.

For all my German friends: it is said that Germans love Italians, but don't estimate them, while the Italians estimate of the Germans, but don't love them:
Well, at least for me, it's not true:
tonight I love you all ... especially those who played in Warsaw.

 

stories

 
The stories always end ... there is almost never a happy ending.
But sometimes reappeared to mind a story that never ended.
 I was never a great lover of Fantasy literature,
But the mists of time that color of distance blue everything (sorry, Guccini) suggest to me that I loved to madness.this film.
 What year was ...Google says  1984 ...
I was 19, I had already taken a driver's license, I was fresh college student and I lost my head for the characters and the world told in this film ... who knowsthat would effect me to see it again now .
I don't know, I'm afraid of ruining my memories ...
But fuck, I can't turn on the radio,  and be assaulted by Limahl (which is still alive?) who sings the song that says to dream a dream ...
 I can see again the kid riding the big dog darting in the sky, the baby princess, the wise old Japanese-African-somethingother ', the big turtle .....
 actually I just remember the plot, but the songs, damn, the songs always come straight to the heart.

 Limahl - The Never Ending Story

I'm reading that someone want to make a remake of this film.... I hope the project goes up in smoke .... never touch the memories!
A lot of years later, a group that I really like instead they wrote a song that talks about how the stories end up, sooner or later .....

 Blind Guardian - and the story ends

 Umh .... no, I don't agree ... it seems that the stories end up, but in reality they are just in a corner that peep,
ready to jump out with a breath of wind ....

 

Barcelona!

Just booked my fly for Barcelona...tickets for the Judas Priest/Blind Guardian/UDO and Bruce Springsteen shows already in my backpack...


     I'm sure it will be a great vacation...

April 25

 

And so we're back to April 25.
 The April 25 has several names: Liberation Day, Anniversary of the liberation of Italy, the anniversary of the Resistance. we can say that the concept is clear enough:
in Italy 25 April is one of the most important days in the history of the Italian Republic, which occurred right at the end of Nazi occupation April 25, 1945, at the end of World War II.
 Mind you: Liberation did not happen in all of Italy on the same day,  the partisans and their allies did not have the time machine of Dr. Who. The date was chosen because its convention April 25 were liberated the cities of Turin and Milan. April 21 was liberated Bologna, Genoa on April 26 and April 28 in Venice.
Florence had freed herself long time before, September 8, 1944.
 Reading the news today, is it any wonder if we are free indeed.
We have neo-fascists, racists, separatists, people who want to rewrite the Constitution and the Status of Workers, we have continuos attack to all the rights for which we fought, and the doubts are fierce implanted and there is no way to send them away.

Despite everything and everyone, for me April 25 has a great importance.
Not only because three of my grandparents are dead as partisans, and now someone wants to compare them to the fighters of Salò (I'm not hypocritical enough to claim that in front of death all people are equal and that also the fascists believed in what they did and fought for Italy ...I do not give a fuck), but for many other things that I will not explain them to you... if you need to explain 'cause you don't understand, it means that we have nothing totalk about.

Good April 25, good Liberation Day, good end of the war, good day of memories of past and current struggles.

 

 Modena City Ramblers - Bella Ciao