Thursday, February 13, 2020

Laura Pausini e Gilberto Gil - Seamisai / Sei que me amavas

I absolutely LOVE this song. I have Italian ancestry but I think I have a Brazilian soul. Laura Pausini is nice but Gilberto Gil has such a sensual, sexy, enticing voice, he gets right into my romantic groove. I'm including the lyrics and translation as I am studying Italian....The video also has the Portuguese lyrics which have beautiful sound.
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Seamisai
Laura Pausini Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Alfredo Rapetti / Gil Gilberto / Giuseppe Carella
Seamisai lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Don't say no  
Non dire no
I know you and I know what you think  
Che ti conosco e lo so cosa pensi

Don't tell me no 
Non dirmi no
It's been a while  
È già da un po'

That I don't hear you talk about love  
Che non ti sento parlare d'amore
Using time to the future for us  
Usare il tempo al futuro per noi

And there is no need to repeat again that you want me 
E non serve ripetere ancora che tu mi vuoi
Because it is not there now  
Perché ora non c'è

That smile of yours in the morning for me  
Quel tuo sorriso al mattino per me
Why don't you give me anything more than you 
Perché non mi dai più niente di te

If you love you know when it all ends  
Se ami sai quando tutto finisce
If you love you know how a sad shiver  
Se ami sai come un brivido triste

Like in a movie with scenes already seen  
Come in un film dalle scene già viste
That goes away, oh no  
Che se ne va, oh no

You always know when a story has closed  
Sai sempre quando una storia si è chiusa
And an excuse can no longer be invented  
E non si può più inventare una scusa

If you love take my hands  
Se ami prendi le mie mani
Because before tomorrow  
Perché prima di domani

Will end 
Finirà
And you can't  
E non si può

Close your eyes and pretend nothing  
Chiudere gli occhi e far finta di niente
How you do when you stay with me  
Come fai tu quando resti con me

And you don't find the courage to tell me "what's up"
E non trovi il coraggio di dirmi "che cosa c'è"
It will be inside me like a winter night because  
Sarà dentro di me come una notte d'inverno perché

It will be from now on without you 
Sarà da oggi in poi senza di te
If you love you know when it all ends  
Se ami sai quando tutto finisce

If you love you know how a sad shiver  
Se ami sai come un brivido triste
Like in a movie with scenes already seen  
Come in un film dalle scene già viste

That goes away, oh no
Che se ne va, oh no
You know well when the pain starts
Sai bene quando inizia il dolore

And the end comes plus a love story  
E arriva la fine più una storia d'amore
If you love take my hands  
Se ami prendi le mie mani

Because before tomorrow  
Perché prima di domani
You will go away  
Te ne andrai

You will not be 
Non sarai
Here with me 
Qui con me

If you love you know

Versions: #1#2#3#4
Don’t say “no”, as I know you and I know
what you think
don’t tell me “no”.
It’s been some time now that I haven’t heard you
talking of love
using the future tense for us
and there’s no use in repeating to me again that you love me
because now that smile of yours in the mornings
has disappeared
because you don’t give me anything of yourself anymore.
If you love you know when everything is over
if you love you know, like a sad shudder
like a film whose scenes you’ve seen before
and that it’s going away now, oh no!
You always know when a story has concluded
and it’s not possible to make up more excuses
if you love, take my hands
as before tomorrow arrives
it’ll be over.
And it’s not possible
to close your eyes and pretend nothing happens
as you try and do when you’re by my side
and you don’t have the courage to tell me what’s going on
inside me it’ll be like a winter
night because
from now on I’ll be without you
If you love you know when everything is over
if you love you know, like a sad shudder
like a film whose scenes you’ve seen before
and that it’s going away now, oh no!
You know very well when the pain sets on
and the end of a love story has arrived
but if you love, take my hands
as before tomorrow arrives
you’ll leave, you won’t be
here with me
https://lyricstranslate.com
English translation
A A

If you love you know

Versions: #1#2#3#4
Don’t say “no”, as I know you and I know
what you think
don’t tell me “no”.
It’s been some time now that I haven’t heard you
talking of love
using the future tense for us
and there’s no use in repeating to me again that you love me
because now that smile of yours in the mornings
has disappeared
because you don’t give me anything of yourself anymore.
If you love you know when everything is over
if you love you know, like a sad shudder
like a film whose scenes you’ve seen before
and that it’s going away now, oh no!
You always know when a story has concluded
and it’s not possible to make up more excuses
if you love, take my hands
as before tomorrow arrives
it’ll be over.
And it’s not possible
to close your eyes and pretend nothing happens
as you try and do when you’re by my side
and you don’t have the courage to tell me what’s going on
inside me it’ll be like a winter
night because
from now on I’ll be without you
If you love you know when everything is over
if you love you know, like a sad shudder
like a film whose scenes you’ve seen before
and that it’s going away now, oh no!
You know very well when the pain sets on
and the end of a love story has arrived
but if you love, take my hands
as before tomorrow arrives
you’ll leave, you won’t be
here with me
https://lyricstranslate.com
English translation
A A

If you love you know

Versions: #1#2#3#4
Don’t say “no”, as I know you and I know
what you think
don’t tell me “no”.
It’s been some time now that I haven’t heard you
talking of love
using the future tense for us
and there’s no use in repeating to me again that you love me
because now that smile of yours in the mornings
has disappeared
because you don’t give me anything of yourself anymore.
If you love you know when everything is over
if you love you know, like a sad shudder
like a film whose scenes you’ve seen before
and that it’s going away now, oh no!
You always know when a story has concluded
and it’s not possible to make up more excuses
if you love, take my hands
as before tomorrow arrives
it’ll be over.
And it’s not possible
to close your eyes and pretend nothing happens
as you try and do when you’re by my side
and you don’t have the courage to tell me what’s going on
inside me it’ll be like a winter
night because
from now on I’ll be without you
If you love you know when everything is over
if you love you know, like a sad shudder
like a film whose scenes you’ve seen before
and that it’s going away now, oh no!
You know very well when the pain sets on
and the end of a love story has arrived
but if you love, take my hands
as before tomorrow arrives
you’ll leave, you won’t be
here with me
https://lyricstranslate.com

Give Us Our Daily Bread

One thing about not being able to sleep past 2 AM is that I get to make dough.

Rather than lay in bed and contemplate the ceiling or try to rub my sore back (Am I too old to be shoveling snow?) I finally got up, got dressed and went to my office - the kitchen.

Leon had mentioned cinnamon rolls...actually a co-worker of his was asking, so I woke up thinking about cinnamon rolls.

One not so good thing about not having a "recipe" is that when something comes out exceptionally well, you have no way of replicating it exactly.

My cinnamon rolls this morning were quite exceptional. I think I used a teaspoon of yeast in 1/2 cup water and 1/3 cup sugar; let that set for a few minutes, added a teaspoon of salt and a cup of gently warmed milk (2%) a half stick to 2/3 stick of butter, softened and enough flour (?) to make a soft dough. Beat it up, kneaded it gently and let it rise for an hour.

Then I formed the rolls by making a "rope" about 6-8 inches long, dipped each in melted butter and dredged them in cinnamon sugar, formed a spiral and placed them on a baking sheet and into a 375 degree oven for 20+ minutes.

After they cooled just a bit I frosted them with a thick confectioner sugar/water/orange extract mix.

Exceptional!



Then it was on to the bread. Actually I started the bread dough while the cinnamon rolls were rising.

I will say I am getting better every time I make bread. This morning I used 3 1/2 large coffee mugs of water, 2 teaspoons of yeast, a little sugar, salt and I mixed in a cup of whole wheat pastry flour with the King Arthur all purpose.

Those bread snobs who weigh everything: the water, the yeast, the flour. And they calculate the percentages of water to flour to yeast and salt. I have a kitchen scale but I think I would break it if I weighed my ingredients.

Besides, I've watched old Italian women on YouTube make bread in a large trough which probably holds twenty-five pounds of flour.

I think they take turns making bread for the entire neighborhood in one huge wood-fired oven that is prepared ahead and heated to probably over 900 degrees. It holds maybe 30 or more loaves of bread.

I don't have a wood-fired oven, but I heat mine to 475 degrees and place a large roasting pan with about 1/2 inch of water on the bottom of the oven and allow that to heat to steam point.

I brush my loaves with water and sprinkle on sesame seeds (cuz I like the flavor they impart) before taking them to the oven. The bread is done in 20 to 25 minutes.

Exceptional! If I do say so.

Insomnia bread. I beats tossing and turning.





Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Yesterday's Snow Will Be Tomorrow's Mud

How many times have I mentioned that one reason we moved to New Mexico was to get away from the snow in New England. Yesterday it found us.

We got hammered in our little village,but of course there was no snow at all in most of Albuquerque and friends in Santa Fe said they only had about an inch, most of which was gone by noon. 

Our share was 6 to 8 inches and will be around for a while. 

Then will come the MUD. I don't mind hiking with the dog in snow, but MUD here is another thing altogether. It's more like concrete, or should I say, more in keeping with the locale, adobe.  

Another day for that, but for now we're enjoying the white stuff.









For more pics see Benni's Blog

Friday, January 31, 2020

Total (Well Not Quite) Immersion

I've been getting back to my roots, so to speak, even though my particular roots are in Connecticut, my family roots are in the Southern regions of Italy, namely Calabria, Campania and Apulia.

So I've been watching lots of YouTube videos of Italian mamas cooking, making bread and pasta and various sauces; documentaries, news reports and music.

And I am taking a refresher course in Italian on Monday nights.

Today, I attended a concert by Newpoli Mediterranean Pulse - Ritmi Della Terra.
This contemporary group takes traditional Southern Italian music, e.g. the Tarantella, and gives it a modern flair. Despite my almost adequate knowledge of Italian, I have a hard time understanding it when the speaker is speaking fast, and an even harder time when they use any of the many dialects - of which Southern Italy has many.

The music of the group Newpoli is a celebration of those many regions and dialects, and while I had a very difficult time understanding the lyrics (actually I probably only picked up a handful of words here and there) I found the sound of the language, the sound of the dialects, somewhat familiar.

The music itself has a very plaintive quality and I would call it a mix of Italy/Greece/North Africa


Here are a few YouTube videos of Newpoli. 

I would caution that they may not appeal to most people's taste and I do find the female vocalists a bit shrill at times.  

Much better in person.
 Mediterraneo

 Nun Te Vutà


 
'Na voce sola


My grandparents and their contemporaries would often revert to their first language when they got together; I recall the cadence, the sing-song rhythm, the sometimes guttural sounds, the melody of vowels. 

I recall the many weddings of older cousins which I attended when I was young and the fun we had pretending to dance the tarantella when the live band finally played C'è la luna mezz'u mare, Mamma mia mi maritare. 

Here's a version that will give you an idea of the various potential spouses one might marry:

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Blogger Issues !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS SEEMS TO BE A SAFARI ISSUE...NO PROBLEM WITH FIREFOX

Dear Readers: I cannot reply to you!!!!

When logged into my google account I can access my blogger dashboard and can make new posts from there, but I cannot post a reply to readers' comments on my blogs when I go to "View Blog" or go to my Blog address directly. Reply post says Post as "Google Account" "Name/URL" "Annonymous" None of these options work. Upper right corner of blogs say "Create Blog" and "Sign In" - When I sign in (again) it is like I've done nothing at all - I still cannot reply to reader's comments - the blog/s does/do not recognize that I am the blog/s owner. There used to be a "New Post" option and my avatar would appear in the comment/reply section. I am having a similar problem with Disqus - I have to sign in for EVERY comment I attempt to post. I have gone through settings on the blog and safari; I'm at a loss. This seems to be a Google issue as it is the same on all of my blogger blogs as well as on Disqus.

I am using a Macbook Pro with iOS Mohave 10.14.6. I'm not sure if this may have started with the update to Mohave.

Just A Short Political Rant

After reading/viewing the sparring among the democratic candidates these past weeks I am becoming fatigued, bored, disgusted and angry. "He said, she said, no, I didn't say." Blah, blah, blah. Sanders-Warren-Biden.

Sanders, (do I need to describe him?) just needs to go away as far as I'm concerned and unfortunately when he does, he will likely take his supporters with him...they probably won't vote out of spite.

Biden doesn't thrill me either, but his so called "cuts to SS" that the Sanders folks are screaming about, were, it seems to me from viewing the linked videos, in the context of an overall freeze on government spending - a proposal for fiscal responsibility - something the R's purport to be one of their principles but which democrats have actually tried and succeeded in achieving on occasion. Supporting a freeze on spending is not the same as CUTS in one program. And just because one supports a strategy does not mean that they are forever obligated to support that idea, even when time and circumstances change. Get over it.

Warren is acting like she tripped and just slid down the wrong rabbit hole into Never-never Land. Liz, get over it.

Pete is looking like a deer in the headlights. Get out of the way, Pete, or you'll be road kill.

I just wish we could all get past this pettiness and get unified. All our candidates have baggage of one kind or another, be it age, gender, sexual orientation, voting record, race, or personality. We don't have a candidate who can please everyone and fulfill everyone's fantasy of redemption. Get over it.

I'm afraid the democratic line-up is beginning to resemble the fight to the death of gladiators in the Circus Maximus. Unfortunately, whoever is left will be too wounded to face the lion. I don't think the debates are doing anyone any good. They are not debates but rather, "take the bait" and fight with one another. I'm disgusted.

They all need to get over themselves and do what is right for the democratic party, for the country and for our future. Just have a private meeting, decide who will run and the rest bow out gracefully. Yeah, I know, I'm a dreamer.


Saturday, January 18, 2020

Selfies With Benni, Wrinkles, Gout, And Make Your Bed

Saw a photo of some young, sexy shirtless guy with tats posing with his Siberian Husky...so was inspired to do some selfies with our dog, our Weimador, Benni. Neither of us is pedigree, but Benni is by far the more handsome. See below.

Back to Stonewall yesterday posted a 1970's listing of the gay bars in New York City. Each came with a description of the venue and/or the clientele likely to frequent each establishment. There were a number of leather/western bars and private clubs; other categories included raunchy leather, backroom, disco, cruisy, intimate, fun, friendly, piano lounge, cabaret.

But there was one that I'd never heard before: "wrinkle room" 

And I thought to myself, "that's probably where I'd be relegated to now!"
And I admit, it made me laugh!

The gout acted up this week...something that's only happened once (well actually twice within a short time from the same trigger) in four years. 

The last time was days after I had started taking glucosamine/chondroitin. Left big toe was swollen and painful. When I tried to recall if anything in my diet had changed, the only thing I could identify was the G/C. So I stopped taking the pills and the gout cleared up.

I did some internet searches and found nothing that would indicate that G/C was a trigger. I thought perhaps it was just coincidental, so after t couple of weeks, I continued with taking the glucosamine/chondroitin hoping it would help with some aches and pains. 

Sure enough, gout in the right big toe flared up on cue. No more G/C for me, no more gout. That is until last Sunday evening.

We had been to a birthday celebration for a friend and I threw caution to the wind and asked for a gin and tonic. I am not a drinker and don't particularly like gin and tonic...but it was the only thing that came to mind when I was asked what kind of cocktail I'd like. Other's were asking for Scotch or Bourbon which I find distasteful. 

My drink was 3/4 gin and 1/4 tonic. I had a hard time downing it...sips at a time. So, does anyone know if GIN will trigger a gout attack? 

It flared up Sunday evening, had me down Monday and mostly cleared up by Wednesday...until Friday when I wore some rather tight-fitting hiking boots because we had a good snowfall...well, Friday night I was awake and in agony again till 2:30am when the second dose of indomethacin and ice pack kicked in to offer me some relief.

And on Friday Leon had been suffering some anxiety about work and we had to take Benni to the Vet because he'd been having diarrhea for two days since he must have gotten into something when we were walking in the arroyo and I wasn't watching him.

I told Leon that we've had such a good run and good karma, we can't complain. But maybe our karma has changed. Either that, or it was because we didn't make the bed Friday after getting up.

Lessons for this week. Embrace your wrinkles. Stay away from glucosamine/chondroitin. Don't let the dog eat dead animals or coyote poop. And always make your bed.

As you can see, Benni is not the easiest subject to get to pose for a selfie. BUT ISN'T HE CUTE?













Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Gettin Into the Italian

I'm not sure why I've been getting into my Italian (more than usual) but I have been making homemade pasta, Italian bread, manicotti, not to mention the Italian Christmas cookies.

I've been watching "Pasta Grannies" on YouTube:

And another food series, "Two Greedy Italians" - My father's parents were from Calabria so I was very interested in this episode. The part where they have to slaughter a pig made me get teary-eyed. I'm such a whoose. The men talk about the respect for food and how nothing is ever wasted.

Here are some of my creations. I usually don't even think of taking photos when I'm cooking so I don't have photos of some of the other pasta I've made.
The Cuccidati
Chocolate Totos
Crespelli (crepes) for Manicotti
Ricotta/spinach/parmigiano Filling
Rolled and Ready
Probably my Best Bread yet
I've also just started taking an Italian language course to brush up and hopefully improve on my limited conversational skills.

Is there a trip in my future? Not sure.

A Christmas Video From My Niece...Sorry I'm Posting So Late

An original song and music by Andrea DeFrancesco 


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