The Beatles Full Album

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in Ultime notizie

Salerno - Lunedì 18 aprile 2022.

I quattro Beatles raffigurati nella cover dell'album e che in fila indiana attraversano le strisce pedonali ad Abbey Road, un quartiere londinese di periferia, sono nell'ordine: John Lennon (1940-1980), in completo bianco, capelli lunghi ed occhiali tondeggianti, seguito da Ringo Starr (1940), vestito interamente di nero, e poi da Paul McCartney (1942), a piedi nudi, e George Harrison (1943-2001). La loro storia è riportata per esteso in Appendice.
Le canzoni del presente articolo sono invece tratte dal più recente The Beatles Greatest Hits Full Album 2022.
Fuori album, sono inoltre riportate le seguenti canzoni: The Sound Of Silence (Simon&Garfunkel); While My Guitar Gently Weeps; Hello, Goodbye;ed in chiusura Yellow Submarine.
John, l’anima del gruppo, dotato di notevoli capacità creative, venne ucciso – ad appena 40 anni (... oggi ne avrebbe circa 82, ed avrebbe composto chi sa quante altre canzoni!) - con quattro colpi di pistola alle spalle da uno squilibrato, di fronte al Dakota Garden di New York.
Nella Parte Terza alcune canzoni non sono state prese non dal suddetto album, ma da fonti originali di particolare interesse.
In Appendice, ci sono anche altri brani musicali dell'ultima ora!
Buon ascolto, e buona lettura.
PARTE PRIMA
- Beatless Full Album 2020
- The Beatless sulle strisce pedonali
- Best The Beatles Songs Collection - The Beatles Greatest Hits Full Album 2021
- Best The Beatles Songs Collection - The Beatles Greatest Hits Full Album
- Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence (from The Concert in Central Park)
PARTE SECONDA
Tempi Start Titolo della canzone

00:00/1:32:18 Let It Be
03:31/1:32:18 A Day in The life
05:16/1/32/18 Hey Jude
07:16/1:32:18 Yesterday
09:50/1:32:18 Here Comes The Sun
12:50/1:32:18 Strawberry Fields
16:38/1:32:18 Penny Lance
20:12/1:32:18 Eleanor Rigby
23:12/1:32:18 In My Life
44:36/1:32:18 Something
47:15/1:32:18 Come Togheter
50:00/1:32:18 Black Bird
54:00/1:32:18 For No One
57:15/1:32:18 Dear Prudence
1:01:33/1:32:18 Norwegian Wood
1:05:24/1:32:18 Things We Said Today
1:08:12/1:32:18 Rocky Raccoon
1:11:06/1:32:18 We Can Work It Out
1:17:00/1:32:18 All You Need Is Love
1:20:06/1:32:18 Annuncio dei Beatles
1:21:14/1:32:18 Yellow Submarine

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News-En

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in Uncategorised

NEWS-Fr The "News": we all know very well the enormous importance of the news.

In journalism, the "news" is the raw material, which is processed and disseminated. For the users, on the other hand, it is obviously a source of knowledge regarding the most disparate sectors, from politics, economics and finance, to culture, science, technology, medicine, climate, and then to travel, home, and garden. fashionable, at the cinema.

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MY NEPHEWS

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in Public Galleries

Salerno, Sunday 8 August 2002.

A gallery of photos and images always has something magical, for the ability to evoke and relive in our mind emotions, feelings and memories of places made or loved ones even distant in time and space.

Well, if even a single photo or image of the Galleries of this site manages to revive the beauty, the magic, and the emotion of a moment linked to a person or a place, then for this alone it is worth having developed them. .

The photo opposite is an example.

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Meet up at Bryant Park

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in ZEFERINO'S TALES

Margareth

Bryant Park Margareth was proud of her work and of her position. And the people who knew her were in favor of seeing her as a good financial consultant, with a quality that could hardly be precisely defined, and that her most discerning clients identified in a kind of wonderful certainty that what was being decided about or diversification of the securities of a portfolio or a brilliant pick-up would have been a sure success.

With slow steps, she approached the large window of his office, at the 30th - and even last - floor of HSBC Tower, 452 Fifth Avenue, New York: during the night the wind had swept the sky from all the clouds, and the view was magnificent.
Then, as he had done before, she took a key from the desk, closed the office door behind him, ran up the two flights of stairs and then - two turns in the lock and a push - went out onto the terrace!

Now nothing stood in front of her eyes and, satisfied, she could look up to the Hudson to the left, to the East River to the right and, behind him, to all the Central Park to the north, ... and beyond, and beyond! Then, as always, her gaze slowly receded, retracing the previous vision backwards, until she pinned herself on Bryant Park just below her: New Yorker for generations, she loved her city, and in particular she loved that meadow which today shone like a face well polished of an enormous emerald.

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The Lonely Cloud

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in ZEFERINO'S TALES

Salerno, Tuesday 5 March 2013.

La Nuvoletta Solitaria That morning, a happy cloud wandered lonely in a blue sky, punctuated here and there by other white clouds, some in groups, others lonely as she.
A light wind pushed the cloud, and it stroked and gently molded the her floating body, white and soft as freshly fallen snow.

The cloud looked slide under her all that green of the hills, valleys and meadows, interrupted here and there by the peasants' houses.
Front farmyards some figurines of people did not stop going back and forth; others were rather in the brown fields of fresh cultivated; two instead, that's great !, they stood motionless, lying on 'grass in the sun. Intrigued, she wished to observe them more closely, and tried to get out of proportion, but the wind direction not allowed her to do so.

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That summer thunderstorm on the beach ...

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in ZEFERINO'S TALES

That summer storm on the beach ... The woman closed the door of the chalet behind her, so as not to make it slam by the wind.
Slender, tall, she slowly advanced towards the sea, face raised towards the sky, arms slightly extended along the body and palms of hands open upwards, welcoming with pleasure the raindrops of that summer storm that suddenly broke out in the early evening.
When a bolt of lightning crossed the cloud-darkened sky and illuminated her face for a moment, you could have seen a shiver of pleasure in her green eyes: that day had been quite hot.

In a short time that storm increased in intensity, almost becoming a storm. On the right, the cliff was barely visible; in the glare of lightning, high waves, dark, massive, jagged with foam, ran straight towards the beach. And the woman seemed fascinated but not afraid of it all.

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A MOUNTAIN FLOWER

Written by Zeferino Siani. Posted in I RACCONTI DI ZEFERINO

Salerno - Sunday, November 24th 2019

Fiore di montagna At the first light of the morning, my father-in-law and I laboriously climbed up from that cold and dark valley of the Alburni, where - contrary to what the locals assured us - we had not even met the shadow of a wild boar.
We finally reached an open clearing, sheltered to the north from the winds by a rocky ridge, and covered by a thick mantle of grass, on which some small trees scattered here and there shaded: it seemed to us that we had reached the center of Eden .

"It seems like a suitable place to rest a little!" - said my father-in-law, sitting down and leaning wearily on the trunk of a small tree. I did not answer, but I expressed my complete assent by settling myself in another small tree, not far from his.
I open a short parenthesis on my father-in-law, who has been gone for several years, and who for me was much more than a father-in-law: a great friend, and a second father. Meanwhile, he was a very strong and determined man, who loved the mountains, and nature in general, and who loved travel and exploration books.
He loved nature, respecting it.

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