11th November: Saint Martin’s Day

Martin of Tours (Latin: Sanctus Martinus Turonensis; 316 – 8 November 397) was the third bishop of Tours. He has become one of the most familiar and recognizable Christian saints in France, heralded as the patron saint of the Third Republic, and is patron saint of many communities and organizations across Europe. A native of Pannonia (in modern central Europe), he converted to Christianity at a young age. He served in the Roman cavalry in Gaul, but left military service at some point prior to 361, when he became a disciple of Hilary of Poitiers, establishing the monastery at Ligugé. He was consecrated as Bishop of Caesarodunum (Tours) in 371. As bishop, he was active in the suppression of the remnants of Gallo-Roman religion, but he opposed the violent persecution of the Priscillianist sect of ascetics.

The tradition of cutting the cloak
San Martino shares his precious cloak with a poor man, detail of the facade of the Cathedral of Lucca dedicated to the saint

As a circitor, his job was the night patrol and the inspection of the guard posts, as well as the night surveillance of the garrisons. During one of these patrols, the episode took place that changed his life (and which is still today the one most remembered and most used by iconography). In the harsh winter of 335 Martino met a half-naked beggar. Seeing him in pain, he cut his military cloak (the white chlamys of the imperial guard) in two and shared it with the beggar.

The following night he saw in a dream Jesus dressed in half of his military cloak. He heard Jesus say to his angels: “Here is Martin, the Roman soldier who is not baptized, he has clothed me.” When Martin woke up his cloak was intact. The miraculous cloak was kept as a relic and became part of the relic collection of the Merovingian kings of the Franks. The medieval Latin term for “short mantle”, chapel, was extended to the people in charge of keeping the mantle of St. Martin, the chaplains, and from these it was applied to the royal oratory, which was not a church, called a chapel.

In Italy the cult of the saint is linked to the so-called summer of San Martino which manifests itself, in a meteorological sense, at the beginning of November and gives rise to some traditional popular festivals. In the Abruzzo municipality of Scanno, for example, large fires called “glories of San Martino” are lit in honor of San Martino and the districts compete against each other who makes the highest and most durable fire

♬ JOEL CORRY – I Wish (feat Mabel)

LYRIC

[Intro]
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

[Verse 1]
I wish, I wish
I could hear you say my name
I wish, I wish
We could do it all again
I wish, I wish
I didn’t have myself to blame
It’s you I miss, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause when I look back at us
I know we almost had it all
But the time wasn’t right
I should have loved you more
But there’s no going back
Still I need you to know that
I’m not who I was before, no

[Chorus]
I think of you every day, every night
You said you needed space
And you needed time
And I want you to know
What I did wasn’t right
Wish I could change your mind
I wish, I wish
[Verse 2]
I wish, I wish
I didn’t say “goodbye” so fast
I wish, I wish
I could take the moment back
I wish, I wish
I cherished everything we had
Boy, it’s you I miss (I)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause when I look back at us
I know we almost had it all
But the time wasn’t right
I should have loved you more
But there’s no going back
Still I need you to know that
I’m not who I was before, no

[Chorus]
I think of you every day, every night
You said you needed space

And you needed time
And I want you to know
What I did wasn’t right
Wish I could change your mind
I wish, I wish
[Post-Chorus]
Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Wish I could change your mind
I wish, I wish

[Bridge]
It’s not much I’m asking, baby (Not much)
What I gotta do for you to believe me?
If a second chance sounds crazy
Then I don’t know how I’m gonna be

[Chorus]
I think of you every day, every night
You said you needed space
And you needed time
And I want you know
What I did wasn’t right (It wasn’t right)
Wish I could change your mind
I wish, I wish
Oh-woah, woah-oh, I wish

[Post-Chorus]
Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (Oh)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Wish I could change your mind
I wish, I wish
[Chorus]
I think of you every day, every night
You said you needed space
And you needed time (Oh)
I want you know
What I did wasn’t right
Wish I could change your mind
I wish, I wish

♬ ED SHEERAN – Overpass Graffiti

LYRIC

This is a dark parade
Another rough patch to rain on, to rain on
I know your friends may say
This is a cause for celebration, hip-hip-hooray, love
Photographs in sepia tones
It’s so still, the fire’s barely fighting the cold, alone
There are times when I can feel your ghost
Just when I’m almost letting you go
The cards were stacked against us bothI will always love you for what it’s worth
We’ll never fade like graffiti on the overpass
And I know time may change the way you think of us
But I’ll remember the way we were, you were the first full stop
Love that will never leave
Baby, you will never be lost on meThis is a goddamn shame
I never wanted to break it, or leave us tainted
Know I should walk away
But I just can’t replace us, or even erase us
The car was stuck, the engine stalled
And both of us got caught out in the snow, alone
There were times when I forget the lows
And think the highs were all that we’d ever known
The cards were stacked against us bothI will always love you for what it’s worth
We’ll never fade like graffiti on the overpass
And I know time may change the way you think of us
But I’ll remember the way we were, you were the first full stop
Love that will never leave
Baby, you will never be lost on meLost on me
Baby, you will never be lost on me
Lost on meWell, I will always love you for what it’s worth
We’ll never fade like graffiti on the overpass
And I know time may change the way you think of us
But I’ll remember the way we were, you were the first full stop
Love that will never leave
Baby, you will never be lost on meYeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lost on me
Ooh, graffiti on the overpass

♬ CAMILLA CABELLO – Don’t Go Yet

LYRIC

Oh, my love, oh, yeah, yeah
I’m in love, yeah

I replayed this moment for months
Alone in my head, waitin’ for it to come
I wrote all your lines in the scripts in my mind, and
I hope that you follow it for once

I imagine myself in satin, the room was platinum and gold
I’d dance and catch your eye, you’ll be mesmerized, oh
We’d find a corner, then your hands in my hair
Finally we’re here, so, why
Are you sayin’ you got a flight, need an early night?
No, don’t go yet

Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet
Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet
Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet
What you leavin’ for, when my night is yours?
Just a little more, don’t go yet

Baby, don’t go yet, ’cause I wore this dress for a lil’ drama
And I bet, I bet that you think that you know, but you don’t
Baby, come to mama
I get, I get what I want when I want
And I get it how I wanna, wanna
And I want you baby, gotta get you, baby

We’d find a corner, then your hands in my hair
Finally we’re here, so, why
Are you sayin’ you got a flight, need an early night?
No, don’t go yet

Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet
Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet (No, no)
Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet
What you leavin’ for, when my night is yours?
Just a little more, don’t go yet

Dámelo
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Don’t go yet)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, hey (Don’t go yet)
Hey!

(Oh-no-no, don’t leave yet)
(No te vayas, quédate) Dale
(Oh-no-no, don’t leave yet) Ahora voy yo
(No te vayas, quédate)
(Oh-no-no, don’t leave yet) Stay a little longer
(No te vayas, quédate) Know you really wanna
(Oh-no-no, don’t leave yet) Stay a little longer
(No te vayas, quédate) Oh

Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet (Oh)
Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet (Oh, don’t go yet)
Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet (Oh)
(Oh-no-no, don’t leave yet) What you leavin’ for, when my night is yours?
(No te vayas, quédate) Just a little more

(Oh, yeah, don’t go yet, don’t go yet) What you leavin’ for, when my night is yours? Yours, yours
What you leavin’ for, when my night is yours?
Just a little more, don’t go yet

29th october (2021): Today is blessed ROSARIO LIVATINO (magistrate killed by the mafia in the 90s): beatified by Pope Francis this year, 9may 2021

Rosario Angelo Livatino (Italian pronunciation: [roˈzaːrjo livaˈtiːno]; October 3, 1952 – September 21, 1990) was an Italian magistrate who was killed by Stidda.

Livatino was born in Canicattì, in Sicily. After successfully completing high school, he entered the university Law Faculty in Palermo in 1971, and graduated in 1975. Between 1977 and 1978 he serviced as vice-director in the Register Office in Agrigento. In 1978, after being among the top percentage in the Judiciary audit, he was assigned a post as magistrate at the court at Caltanissetta.

In 1979 he became “sostituto procuratore” (deputy prosecutor) at the Agrigento court, a position he kept until 1989, when he was appointed assistant judge (giudice a latere). He was murdered on September 21, 1990, along route SS 640 by four killers, as he travelled without bodyguard to the court. The assassins had been paid by the Stidda of Agrigento.

During his career, Livatino worked against corruption, and gained success in a number of cases, obtaining the seizure of large sums of money and property and the arrest of senior figures in organised crime.

His story inspired a novel, Il giudice ragazzino (“The Boy Judge”), written by Nando Dalla Chiesa in 1992, and this was made into a film with the same title in 1994 by director Alessandro di Robilant.

In 1993 the Bishop of Agrigento asked Rosario Livatino’s former teacher, Ida Abate, to collect any available testimony for Livatino’s beatification.

Pope John Paul II said that Rosario Livatino was a “Martyr of Justice and in an indirect way, of the Christian Faith”.

In December 2020, Pope Francis approved the decree of martyrdom proposed by the Vatican’s Congregation for the Causes of Saints. Servant of God Rosario Angelo Livatino has been officially proclaimed Blessed on Sunday, 9 May 2021, in the Cathedral of Agrigento, Sicily by Cardinal Marcello Semeraro, Prefect of the Congregation for the Causes of Saints on the same day John Paul II, in 1993, at the Valley of the Temples, addressed his peremptory invitation to the Mafia: “Convert! once God’s judgment will come!

♬ JUSTIN BIBIER – Ghost

LYRIC

Youngblood thinks there’s always tomorrow
I miss your touch on nights when I’m hollow
I know you crossed a bridge that I can’t followSince the love that you left is all that I get
I want you to know that if I can’t be close to you
I settle for the ghost of you
I miss you more than life (more than life)And if you can’t be next to me
Your memory is ecstasy
I miss you more than life
I miss you more than lifeYoungblood thinks there’s always tomorrow (woo)
I need more time but time can’t be borrowed
I’d leave it all behind if I could followSince the love that you left is all that I get
I want you to know that if I can’t be close to you
I’ll settle for the ghost of you
I miss you more than life, yeahAnd if you can’t be next to me
Your memory is ecstasy (oh)
I miss you more than life
I miss you more than lifeWhoa
Na, na-na
More than life
OhSo if I can’t get close to you
I’ll settle for the ghost of you
But I miss you more than lifeAnd if you can’t be next to me
Your memory is ecstasy
I miss you more than life
I miss you more than life

Sabaudia (Latina) [3] – PHOTO October

other photos of sabaudia .. these photos in particular show the lake near the coast. The town, as you can see, can boast of a lot of greenery, even if for most of the year the heat and humidity make the area full of insects. The city, founded by Mussolini, has wide streets, designed and engineered according to the canons of that time. Although it was October (and especially the small town that does not boast a great tourism) I was able to see some visitor-tourists.

♬ STROMAE – Santè

LYRIC

À ceux qui n’en ont pas
À ceux qui n’en ont pasRosa, rosa
Quand on fout le bordel, tu nettoies
Et toi, Albert
Quand on trinque, tu ramasses les verre
Céline, bataire
Toi, tu t’prends des vestes au vestiaire
Arlette, arrête
Toi la fête tu la passes aux toilettesEt si on célébrait ceux qui ne célèbrent pas
Pour une fois, j’aimerais lever mon verre à ceux qui n’en ont pas
À ceux qui n’en ont pasQuoi les bonnes manières?
Pourquoi j’f’rais semblant?
Toute façon elle est payée pour le faire
Tu t’prends pour ma mère?
Dans une heure j’reviens, qu’ce soit propre
Qu’on puisse y manger par terre
Trois heures que j’attends, franchement
Il les fabrique ou quoi?
Heureusement qu’c’est que deux verres
Appelle-moi ton responsable
Et fais vite, elle pourrait se finir comme ça ta carrièreOui, célébrons ceux qui ne célèbrent pas
Encore une fois, j’aimerais lever mon verre à ceux qui n’en ont pas
À ceux qui n’en ont pasÀ ceux qui n’en ont pasFrotter, frotter
Mieux vaut ne pas s’y
Frotter, frotter
Si tu n’me connais pas
Brosser, brosser
Tu pourras toujours te
Brosser, brosser
Si tu ne me respectes pasOui, célébrons ceux qui ne célèbrent pas
Encore une fois, j’aimerais lever mon verre à ceux qui n’en ont pas
À ceux qui n’en ont pasPilotes d’avion ou infirmières
Chauffeurs de camion, hôtesses de l’air
Boulangers ou marins-pêcheurs
Un verre aux champions des pires horaires
Aux jeunes parents bercés par les pleurs
Aux insomniaques de profession
Et tous ceux qui souffrent de peines de cœur
Qui n’ont pas le cœur aux célébrationsQui n’ont pas le cœur aux célébrations

LYRIC Traslated (english)

To those who don’t have one
To those who don’t have one

[Verse 1]
Rosa, Rosa, when we make a mess, you clean it up
And you, Albert, when we toast, you collect the glasses
Céline (Céline), ‘bate (‘bate), you, you take the jackets to the coat check
Arlette, stop that, you, party time, you spend it in the toilets

[Chorus]
So how ’bout we celebrate to those who don’t celebrate
For once, I’d like to raisе my glass to those who don’t have one
To thosе who don’t have one

[Verse 2]
What about manners? Why would I pretend?
Anyway, she gets paid for it, do you think you’re my mother?
In an hour, I’ll be back, better be clean, so we can eat on the floor, I’ve been waiting for three hours
Honestly, do they make it themselves or what? Luckily it’s just two glasses
Get me your manager and hurry up, it could end just like this, your career

[Chorus]
Yes, let’s celebrate to those who don’t celebrate
Once again, I’d like to raise my glass to those who don’t have one
To those who don’t have one
To those who don’t have one

[Bridge]
Rub it, rub it, better not to rub against it, rub if you don’t know me
Brush it, brush it, you can always brush it off, brush it if you don’t respect me

[Chorus]
Yes, let’s celebrate to those who don’t celebrate
Once again, I’d like to raise my glass to those who don’t have one
To those who don’t have one

[Outro]
Airline pilot or nurse, truck driver or flight attendant
Baker or fisherman, a drink to the champions of the worst schedules
To young parents rocked by tears, to professional insomniacs
And all those who suffer from heartache, who don’t feel like celebrating
Who don’t feel like celebrating