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joe cocker - you can leave your hat on -91/2 weeks- So, help me, lord...

I have to gratefully thank Thaty Brooks for being such a supporter for this blog with her nice and inspiring posts. I know how busy she is and nevertheless she still doesn't forget to bring us her joy. Thank you so much, Thaty. Your presence is more than necessary. It's light itself.

I have an apology to make to all this blog readers for being so absent of it.
But hey, nobody's perfect, right?
So, just to say hello (once again), I want to share with you one of the things that makes me remember The USA in its cultural vein: the music.

Of course it's very personal, 'cause I'm relating the songs and singers with memories I have from the days I've lived there.

Every time I hear some bands and some songs I got to connect them with the America' soul.
By the time I was in my 3rd or 4th year, I felt somehow like I was American myself. The blue pubs, the rock'n roll bars, the jazzy night clubs...and I was so much in love for a kind of "familia" guy that I couldn't help my hot blood to feel the music like part of my body and soul...so...Aerosmith, Joe Cocker, Bruce Springsteen, Heart and many others were part of my soundtrack.

Anyway, I just want to reveal that this song is so Godamm sexy! Perfect choice for this movie scene. Perfect for a honeymoon, perfect for having pleasure.

And by the way, what was that movie/ What about Mickey Rourke? Owo!


THE CAT AND THE MOON - Yeats (I L O V E cats, love Yeats, love poetry...)

by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)

THE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet,
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.



This is one of my favorite song from the 80's, from onne of the greatest artists   e v e r:   Prince!

Lovely, isn't it?