I feel the tension between you and me (Me) It’s like a cosmic reaction that we won’t fight Lose inhibitions, come closer to me (Closer to me) Drunk on self-esteem, ’cause I don’t wanna think twice (Twice)
Let’s get dramatic tearin’ up this room (Tearin’ up this room) What comes unquestioned like we always do Oh-oh-oh, breaking rules But we’re no good at nothing else
So let’s get drunk, fall in love I don’t wanna be alone Keep dancing, keep dancing Like we own the night So what if you’re not who I’m takin’ home? Let’s just keep dancing, keep dancing Like we own the night
Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na, na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na, na (Like we own the night)
Move with the motion, keep breathin’ with me (Me) Yeah, our bodies magnetic when we’re alone (Na-na-na) Wish we could just live right now on repeat (Repeat) It’s so bitter sweet, yeah, losin’ my mind
Let’s get dramatic tearin’ up this room (Tearin’ up this room) What comes unquestioned like we always do Oh-oh-oh, breaking rules But we’re no good at nothing else
So let’s get drunk, fall in love I don’t wanna be alone Keep dancing, keep dancing Like we own the night So what if you’re not who I’m takin’ home? Let’s just keep dancing, keep dancing Like we own the night
Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na, na (Like we own the night) Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na, na (Like we own the night)
Let’s get dramatic tearin’ up this room (Tearin’ up this room) What comes unquestioned like we always do Oh-oh-oh, breaking rules But we’re no good at nothing else
So let’s get drunk, fall in love I don’t wanna be alone Keep dancing, keep dancing Like we own the night So what if you’re not who I’m takin’ home? Let’s just keep dancing, keep dancing Like we own the night
Bastille Day is the common name given in English-speaking countries to the national day of France, which is celebrated on 14 July each year. In French, it is formally called Fête nationale française (French: [fɛt nasjɔnal]; “French National Celebration”), and legally le 14 juillet (French: [lə katɔʁz(ə) ʒɥijɛ]; “the 14th of July”).
The French National Day is the anniversary of the Storming of the Bastille on 14 July 1789, a major event of the French Revolution, as well as the Fête de la Fédération that celebrated the unity of the French people on 14 July 1790. Celebrations are held throughout France. One that has been reported as “the oldest and largest military parade in Europe” is held on 14 July on the Champs-Élysées in Paris in front of the President of the Republic, along with other French officials and foreign guests.
In 1789, tensions rose in France between reformist and conservative factions as the country struggled to resolve an economic crisis. In May, the Estates General legislative assembly was revived, but members of the Third Estate broke ranks, declaring themselves to be the National Assembly of the country, and on 20 June, vowed to write a constitution for the kingdom.
On 11 July Jacques Necker, the Finance Minister of Louis XVI, who was sympathetic to the Third Estate, was dismissed by the king, provoking an angry reaction among Parisians. Crowds formed, fearful of an attack by the royal army or by foreign regiments of mercenaries in the king’s service, and seeking to arm the general populace. Early on 14 July one crowd besieged the Hôtel des Invalides for firearms, muskets, and cannons, stored in its cellars. That same day, another crowd stormed the Bastille, a fortress-prison in Paris that had historically held people jailed on the basis of lettres de cachet (literally “signet letters”), arbitrary royal indictments that could not be appealed and did not indicate the reason for the imprisonment, and was believed to hold a cache of ammunition and gunpowder. As it happened, at the time of the attack, the Bastille held only seven inmates, none of great political significance.
The crowd was eventually reinforced by mutinous Régiment des Gardes Françaises (“French Guards”), whose usual role was to protect public buildings. They proved a fair match for the fort’s defenders, and Governor de Launay, the commander of the Bastille, capitulated and opened the gates to avoid a mutual massacre. According to the official documents, about 200 attackers and just one defender died before the capitulation. However, possibly because of a misunderstanding, fighting resumed. In this second round of fighting, de Launay and seven other defenders were killed, as was Jacques de Flesselles, the prévôt des marchands (“provost of the merchants”), the elected head of the city’s guilds, who under the feudal monarchy also had the competences of a present-day mayor.
Shortly after the storming of the Bastille, late in the evening of 4 August, after a very stormy session of the Assemblée constituante, feudalism was abolished. On 26 August, the Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen (Déclaration des Droits de l’Homme et du Citoyen) was proclaimed.
Almost everyone has used an animated gif at least once on social networks and on their devices. Stephen Wilhite, inventor of this famous format, passed away a few days ago at the age of 74. Yet another victim of COVID-19. Today, GIFs (Graphics Interchange Format) are used in online conversations as memes and jokes, but in reality they have existed for decades and were born for very different reasons.
Stephen Wilhite created the GIF in the late 1980s when he was employed at CompuServe, which is the beginning of the Internet age, with the aim of offering a format that would facilitate the download of color images at a time when speed of the Internet was completely different from the current one. Hence the .gif format has become one of the most popular on the web.
Farewell to the inventor of the GIF format. “Humble, kind and good man”
The unfortunate occasion allows to clarify the debate on the pronunciation of this acronym. As stated by the inventor Wilhite, the word “GIF” is pronounced with the soft G, or “JIF”.
Stephen Wilhite has always remained a humble person and out of the spotlight. After retiring in the early 2000s, the inventor of the GIF image has spent his life traveling and building model trains in the basement of his home. “Even with all his achievements, he has remained a very humble, kind and good man,” his wife Kathaleen said in an interview with The Verge.
Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’ But build to destroy You play with my world Like it’s your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you sit back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young people’s blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins
How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I’m young You might say I’m unlearned But there’s one thing I know Though I’m younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could? I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die And your death will come soon I’ll follow your casket By the pale afternoon And I’ll watch while you’re lowered Down to your deathbed And I’ll stand over your grave ‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead
TRADUZIONE
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’ But build to destroy You play with my world Like it’s your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people’s blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain’t worth the blood That runs in your veins
How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I’m young You might say I’m unlearned But there’s one thing I know Though I’m younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die And your death’ll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I’ll watch while you’re lowered Down to your deathbed And I’ll stand o’er your grave ‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead
Venite signori della guerra voi che costruite i cannoni voi che costruite gli aeroplani di morte voi che costruite le bombe voi che vi nascondete dietro muri voi che vi nascondete dietro scrivanie voglio solo che sappiate che posso vedere attraverso le vostre maschere
Voi che non avete mai fatto altro che costruire per distruggere giocate con il mio mondo come fosse il vostro giocattolo mettete un fucile nella mia mano e vi nascondete dal mio sguardo e vi voltate e scappate lontano quando volano i proiettili
Come Giuda dell’antichità voi mentite e ingannate Volete farmi credere che una guerra mondiale può essere vinta Ma io vedo attraverso i vostri occhi e vedo attraverso il vostro cervello così come vedo attraverso l’acqua che scorre nella mia fogna
Voi armate i grilletti perchè altri sparino poi vi sedete a guardare il conto dei morti farsi più alto Vi nascondete nei vostri palazzi mentre il sangue di giovani fluisce fuori dai loro corpi ed è sepolto nel fango
Voi avete sparso la paura peggiore che si possa avere la paura di mettere figli al mondo Per minacciare il mio bambino non nato e senza nome non valete il sangue che scorre nelle vostre vene
Cosa ne so io per parlare quando non è il mio turno? Potreste dire che sono giovane potreste dire che non sono istruito ma c’è una cosa che so sebbene sia più giovane di voi: nemmeno Gesù perdonerebbe mai quello che fate
Lasciate che vi faccia una domanda il vostro denaro è così potente che pensate potrà comprarvi il perdono? Io penso che scoprirete quando la Morte chiederà il suo pedaggio che tutto il denaro che avete fatto non riscatterà la vostra anima
E spero che moriate e che la vostra morte arrivi presto Seguirò la vostra bara nel pomeriggio opaco Veglierò mentre siete sepolti nel vostro letto di morte e resterò sulla vostra tomba finchè sarò sicuro che siete morti
A historic event for music ended last week thanks to One Republic. The famous US band was the first to create a live concert that can be purchased in Bitcoin. The event was held on November 16th at the gates of Vienna with tickets sold out in a few minutes through the Strike peer-to-peer app.
The American singer is a big fan of cryptocurrencies and NFT and is convinced that music and technology must go hand in hand. Apparently he has no intention of stopping there, in fact the American artist has already announced that in December he will hold another show that will accept payments in Bitcoin.
It is a very important event for the music scene with the first world famous band launching this type of initiative. The world of music has often been associated with NFTs, where this year we have seen several artists try their hand at digital works.
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
today a song (famous) of peanuts dedicated to halloween…
LYRIC
It’s close to midnight Something evil’s lurking from the darkUnder the moonlight You see a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream But terror takes the sound before you make itYou start to freeze As horror looks you right between the eyes You’re paralysed’Cause this is thriller Thriller night And no-one’s gonna save you From the beast about to strike You know it’s thriller Thriller night You’re fighting for your life Inside a killer Thriller tonight, yeahYou hear the door slam And realise there’s nowhere left to runYou feel the cold hand And wonder if you’ll ever see the sun You close your eyesAnd hope that this is just imagination (Girl) But all the while You hear a creature creeping up behind You’re outta time’Cause this is thriller Thriller night There ain’t no second chance Against the thing with the forty eyes, girl Thriller (ooh, ooh) Thriller night You’re fighting for your life Inside a killer Thriller tonightNight creatures calling The dead start to walk in their masqueradeThere’s no escaping the jaws of the alien this time (they’re open wide)This is the end of your lifeThey’re out to get you There’s demons closing in on every sideThey will possess you Unless you change that number on your dial Now is the time For you and I to cuddle close together, yeah All through the night I’ll save you from the terror on the screen I’ll make you seeThat this is thriller Thriller night ‘Cause I can thrill you more Than any ghoul could ever dare try (Thriller) Ooh, ooh (Thriller night) So let me hold you tight And share a (Killer, diller, chiller) (Thriller here tonight)’Cause this is thriller Thriller night Girl, I can thrill you more Than any ghoul could ever dare try (Thriller) Ooh, ooh (Thriller night) So let me hold you tight And share a (Killer, thriller) Oh I’m gonna thrill you tonightDarkness falls across the land The midnight hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorise y’alls neighborhood And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the Hounds of Hell And rot inside a corpse’s shell I’m gonna thrill you tonight (Thriller, ooh, ooh, yeah) I’m gonna thrill you tonight (Thriller, oh, darling) I’m gonna thrill you tonight (Thriller) Ooh, ooh, babe I’m gonna thrill you tonight (Thriller) Oh, darling Thriller night OohThe foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty-thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller
“Easy on Me” is a song recorded by English singer-songwriter Adele for her upcoming fourth studio album, 30 (2021). It was released on 15 October 2021 by Columbia Records as the lead single from the album, marking the first release from the singer in five years. “Easy on Me” was produced by American record producer Greg Kurstin, who also co-wrote the song with Adele. A minimally produced ballad, “Easy on Me” is set to a prominent, sombre piano, propelled by sparse bass beats.
Expressing themes of nostalgia, regret, and forgiveness, the song’s lyrics represent Adele’s plea to her son, asking him to help her reorganise her life post-divorce. Music critics reviewed “Easy on Me” positively, praising its poignant lyrics and emotional vocals, though some opined it did not match the heights of her previous singles. An accompanying music video, directed by Canadian filmmaker Xavier Dolan and shot in Sutton, Quebec, was released on 15 October 2021, continuing the setting established in the music video for Adele’s 2015 song “Hello”, where she is seen entering a furnished house. In the “Easy on Me” video, Adele vacates the house and drives off in a truck, while a pile of sheet music flies out of its windows, littering the road. “Easy on Me” garnered the Spotify and Amazon Music records for the most streams for a song in a day.
During an interview with Vogue, it was revealed that long-time collaborator Greg Kurstin worked on the song. The staff at Capital FM interpreted the song title as documenting the “start of a blossoming relationship”. On 9 October, the singer shared a 40-second preview of the song via Instagram Live. “Easy on Me” was released on 15 October 2021, to all digital music platforms. It marked the first single by Adele in five years. Composition and lyrics
“Easy on Me” is a simplistic piano ballad with bass drum beats joining halfway. The hook consists of the song’s title sung in a prominently elongated melody. The song is written in the key of F major with a slow tempo of 70 beats per minute. Lyrically, Adele addresses her nine-year-old son in the song, explaining to him her divorce from his father and beseeching him to be “easy on [her]”.
LYRIC
There ain’t no gold in this river That I’ve been washing my hands in forever I know there is hope in these waters But I can’t bring myself to swim When I am drowning in this silence Baby, let me in
Go easy on me, baby I was still a child Didn’t get the chance to Feel the world around me I had no time to choose what I chose to do So go easy on me
There ain’t no room for things to change When we are both so deeply stuck in our ways You can’t deny how hard I have tried I changed who I was to put you both first But now I give up
Go easy on me, baby I was still a child Didn’t get the chance to Feel the world around me Had no time to choose what I chose to do So go easy on me
I had good intentions And the highest hopes But I know right now It probably doesn’t even show
Go easy on me, baby I was still a child I didn’t get the chance to Feel the world around me I had no time to choose what I chose to do So go easy on me
Traduzoine testo (italian)
Non c’è oro in questo fiume Dove da sempre mi lavo le mani So che c’è speranza in queste acque Ma non riesco a trovare la forza per nuotare Mentre sto annegando nel silenzio Baby, fammi entrare
Vacci piano con me baby Ero ancora una bambina Non ho avuto la possibilità di Sentire il mondo intorno a me Non ho avuto tempo di scegliere cosa ho scelto di fare Quindi vacci piano con me
Non c’è spazio perché possa cambiare neanche una cosa Quando siamo entrambi così fermi sulle nostre idee Non puoi negare quanto duramente io ci abbia provato Ho cambiato chi ero per mettervi entrambi al primo posto Ma ora mi arrendo
Vacci piano con me baby Ero ancora una bambina Non ho avuto la possibilità di Sentire il mondo intorno a me Non ho avuto tempo di scegliere cosa ho scelto di fare Quindi vacci piano con me
Avevo buone intenzioni E le più grandi speranze Ma adesso lo so Probabilmente non si vede neanche
Vacci piano con me baby Ero ancora una bambina Non ho avuto la possibilità di Sentire il mondo intorno a me Non ho avuto tempo di scegliere cosa ho scelto di fare Quindi vacci piano con me
There are bright ages and there are dark ages. Although the cycle of life is made up of the alternation of sunlight, in some periods it seems that the sun never rises. And when there are wars in between, it is always in the dark and freedom seems so suppressed that not even the sun gives that hope .. what is freedom? It is being able to do what I want while respecting the freedom of the other. But if my concept of freedom is different, the system of society becomes utopian. The 3rd millennium is characterized by having exported democracy to exasperation leading it almost to a democratic dictatorship. Paradoxically, although China has nothing to do with most of the wars that have taken place in recent years, it nevertheless identifies the concept of democratic dictatorship at its perfection.
A group of children and a white dog with black ears make up Peanuts, a daily comic written and illustrated by Charles Monroe Schulz, published from 2 October 1950 to 13 February 2000 (the day after the author’s death). A comic book saga that entered the Guinness Book of Records as the most popular comic of all time. In the beginning the characters were just Charlie Brown, Shermy, Patty and the dog, Snoopy. But soon the strip began to focus especially on Charlie Brown, a stubborn, shy and insecure child in love with “a red-haired girl”, Violet, who will be added at a later time. Over the years Shermy and Patty appear more rarely, while new characters are inserted: Schroeder, Lucy van Pelt, selfish and mischievous, and her brother Linus. In the sixties the strip begins to devote more space to Snoopy, who will become the great protagonist of the history of Peanuts. Endowed with a fervid imagination, in the course of its long history he has personified hundreds of different characters: Joe Falchetto, Mickey Mouse, Charlie Brown’s younger sister, Sally, the bird Woodstock, a friend of Snoopy who speaks a language of his which for us is incomprehensible, Pigpen, the always dirty child, Spike, one of Snoopy’s brothers who lives in the desert and many more, telling stories in the strips that have fascinated children all over the world. The adventures of Snoopy and his companions have appeared in over 2,000 newspapers, reaching 355 million readers. Since 1970 the definition of “Linus blanket” has been officially included in Webster’s Dictionary, and the most prestigious museums in the world have dedicated exhibitions and retrospectives to Schulz. The result of fifty years of Shulz’s tireless work, the series was interrupted by the express will of the author, who, jealously claiming paternity, forbade any heirs to continue it.
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