How lovely the Mediterranean looked yesterday, with the hot sun bouncing glints of silver on the waves. I spent a pleasant few hours at Sampieri with Irma and we bumped into Gina and another friend in the middle of the water!
This is how the beach looked at precisely 1 pm when everyone disappeared for their time-honoured pranzo:
Andrea Bocelli - MARENARIELLO lyrics
Oi' ne', fa priesto viene!
nun me fa spanteca'!
Ca pure 'a rezza vene
ca a mmare sto a mena'!
Stienneme sti braccelle,
aiutame a tira'...
ca stu marenariello
te vo' sem'abbraccia'!
Vicino 'o mare,
facimmo ammore,
a ccore a ccore
pe' ce spassa'...
So marenare
e tiro 'a rezza,
pe' la priezza,
stongo a muri'!
Vide che sbatte l'onne
comme stu core cca'...
de lacreme te nfonne
ca 'o faie 'nnammura'.
E vide pure e stelle
tu faie 'nnammura'...
ca stu marenariello
tu faie suspira'.
Vicino 'o mare,
facimmo ammore,
a ccore a ccore
pe' ce spassa'...
So marenare
e tiro 'a rezza,
pe' la priezza,
stongo a muri'!
Burbler | Andrea Bocelli - MARENARIELLO lyrics
WOWWOWWOw! I remember my father singing this song. This is such a gift! Grazie P.
ReplyDeleteWish I were there lazing in my beach chair. :D
ReplyDeleteThat beach looks just perfect and it sounds like you had a good time :-)
ReplyDeleteGlad it brought back a nice memory, lakeviewer. It was very hot down there, Leslie.
ReplyDeleteNow, that looks as if it were the very beach where Commissario Montalbano has his morning swim.
ReplyDeleteMy kind of beach, but as you say too hot really until the evening for the beach at the moment.
ReplyDeleteHi, Cherie. Yes, I had a good time. O was hourly expecting to meet him, Sean! Hi, LindyLouMac. Way too hot today!
ReplyDeleteYou did not have your pranzo too?
ReplyDeleteLater, James, later!
ReplyDeleteLovely Mediterranean beach...I am sure the water temperatures are not 55 degrees as the water is here off Ocean Beach in San Francisco!!!
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