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Happy Feast Day
Blessed Father Giuseppe “Pino” Puglisi
1937-1993
Feast day: October 21
Bl. Fr. Pino Puglisi came from a humble, working-class family in Sicily. He became a priest to fight crime and corruption that he experienced growing up in a Mafia-controlled country. Father encouraged the youth of his parish to stay in school, work hard in good jobs and to stay close to the Church. The Mafia couldn’t intimidate or bribe him, thus he became their target. In 1993, he greeted two hit men outside the Church, saying “I’ve been expecting you.” He was killed by a single shot. Following his death, there was a loud public outcry for justice against organized crime.
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Anellini e Pasta ncaciata, pasta ai frutti di mare, allo scoglio, al nero di seppia, carbonara di mare con botarga.
Lui l’amava come amava la pasta, in modo primitivo e assoluto, quasi un bisogno, una necessità per continuare a vivere ad avere la forza giusta per affrontare il mondo. Quando la baciava, la sua lingua sulla sua gli ricordava le melanzane della pasta ncaciata, oleose e viscide: dolcissime. Erano le melanzane che davano alla pasta un senso diverso, così come era la sua lingua, la sua vogliosa passione a rendere un suo bacio un fuoco divoratore, facendolo diventare una nuvola che da lassu scivolava felice tra l’azzurro del cielo e quello del mare. Lui glielo aveva detto, “non saprai amarmi così per tutta la vita...” era quasi un rimprovero a se stesso che in lei credeva, più che a lei che tutto gli dava. “Allora approfittane - rispose lei - divorami! non lasciare niente nel piatto che la vita ti ha dato!” e lui la divorava scoprendo che più si consumavano nel donarsi, più avevano bisogno di non lasciarsi, di stare attaccati di giorno e di notte ed anche se a volte dovevano per forza separarsi, ritrovarsi per loro era come tornare a respirare, dare al tempo il giusto numeri di secondi per farlo scorrere per come a loro piaceva e non per come gli altri imponevano. Per questo l’amava. In modo tanto semplice quanto vero e capiva che di lei, non ne avrebbe mai fatto a meno. Perchè era come la pasta: doveva assolutamente mangiarla, se no la sua anima sarebbe diventata anoressica e avrebbe avuto solo fame senza sapere perchè e di chi.
He loved her as he loved pasta, in a primitive and absolute way, almost a need, a necessity to continue living with the right strength to face the world. When he kissed her, her tongue on her reminded him of the aubergines of ncaciata pasta, oily and slimy: very sweet. It was the aubergines that gave the pasta a different meaning, as was his tongue, his eager passion to make her kiss a devouring fire, making him to become a cloud that from up there slipped happily between the blue of the sky and that of the sea. . He had told her, "you will not know how to love me like this for all your life ..." it was almost a reproach to himself who believed in her, more than to her who gave him everything. “Then take advantage of it - she replied - devour me! do not leave anything on the plate that life has given you! " and he devoured her discovering that the more they consumed themselves in giving themselves, the more they needed not to leave each other, to stay attached during the day and at night and even if at times they had to separate, finding each other again, was like returning to breathe, giving to the time the just numbers of seconds to make it flow as they liked it and not as others dictated. For this he loved her. In a way as simple as it is true and he understood that he would never do without her. Because she is like pasta: he absolutely had to eat it, otherwise his soul would have become anorexic and he would just be hungry without knowing why or of who.
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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes
(Sorry I’m running a little late this week)
It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.
Aries
You need a moment of musical W-T-F this week. Go find your copy of 1994’s album, “Out in L.A.” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers and put on “Flea Fly”. It’s only 40 seconds long, sounds like it was recorded with a couple of Radio Shack Hi-Ball Mics on Irish-Brand Cassettes tapes… but you’re still going to have your face scrunched up while wondering what the HELL did you just listen to!
Taurus
There are lots of musical groups out there with pretentiously long songs, or pretentiously long song titles. You don’t have to be that way in business. If you have a business card, have it turned sideways and see if your information still fits without wrapping. Regardless, do that anyway. If people still use Rolodex filers, they’ll just punch holes in the bottom, cutting off important information. Invest in new business cards anyway.
Gemini
Time to learn some Film History! In the Silent Era, movies were usually delivered at 16 frames per second. Once sound was delivered on the film itself, 24 frames became the norm because that was the lowest rate you could get good audio out of the machine. That’d been the standard for nearly a century - including all those cartoons you remember like the Warner Brothers’ stuff. Well, someone took 3 minutes of a Tom and Jerry cartoon and upscaled it from 24 to 60 frames per second. We’re warning you now: just because you CAN upscale something doesn’t mean you SHOULD! You have some old stuff - leave it alone!
Cancer Moon-Child
Today we think of the term “Pixel” as a relatively new thing. Maybe from the start of digital monitors in the 90’s? Nope. Maybe the 70’s and the SONY Trinitron color TV’s? Still no. "Bildpunkt", the German word for, literally, 'picture point', was used in the 1888 German patent of Paul Nipkow for a Mechanical Television. Yeah; the term “Pixel” predates an actual functional electronic display as we know it. This week, learn some more German terms.
Leo
Your dreams are going to be stranger than normal this week. Set a pen and paper next to your bed and plan on writing things down quickly. You could also get a sound-activated sleep recorder for your phone; not that that isn’t a creepy idea, though. Some great ideas come to us at night; embrace your subconscious!
Virgo
This week we’re telling you what to do first: go online and find an older cell phone, like the Samsung S5; specifically something with an Infrared port on it. You’re going to be visiting folks, have dinner in a restaurant, and the TVs will be tuned to a local Sports-Ball game… and it’s YOUR job to use your new device to turn off the TVs at the most inopportune moment! Because this week, you’re on a mission from god; specifically the Great God Murphy. Glory Be his angst.
Libra
You want to be self-reliant, but there are some jobs better done by several people instead of just one. This week identify the job, enlist assistance, and get a large Sicilian Meatball Pizza delivered to thank people with. Why Sicialian specifically? There won’t be any Pizza Bones left at the end.
Scorpio
You remember the song, “Baker Street” from 1978 by Gerry Rafferty? Something you might not have known - he wasn’t, LEGALLY, allowed to release any music for three years before then. He was part of Stealers Wheel, the group that performed "Stuck in the Middle with You". Well, Stealers Wheel broke up in ‘75, and for THREE SOLID YEARS Gerry was fighting his way out of the contract with their music label, A&M. So whenever people remind you that The Internet is The Great Equalizer for talented people, believe them!
Sagittarius
You’re right - toys aren’t built the way they used to be anymore. They don’t have lead in the paint, fabric-wrapped electrical plugs, ungrounded heating elements, and they sure-as-hell don’t have skull-impaling aerial daggers being sold anymore. The only toys you can still depend on are Tonka! You can STILL beat someone into a coma with them. –NOT THAT YOU SHOULD DO THAT!
Capricorn
Color-blindness isn’t what you think it is. That’s why you’re not an Opthamologist. Centrifugal Force isn’t what you think it is. That’s why you’re not working at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory for NASA. And lastly you don’t understand that on movie credits, the Best Boy might be the Best Girl - neither of which would be a minor. This week, actually read the credits at the end of a movie for once.
Aquarius
We don’t mean to pick on you, Aquarius. Really! It’s just that you’re the youngest sibling in the Astrological group. Yes, Pisces is next and actually last, but they’re hooked up with the Mafia. Do you really want us to piss THEM off over you? HELL no! So this week… Uhm… How about this: The last open weekends are happening for amusement parks before Halloween. Take in a roller coaster before it all shuts down.
Pisces
Time to kill you with My Little Pony trivia. In Today I Learned… Equestria was breaking the Geneva Conventions and was told to cut it out! Apparently the symbol we all associate with “Health” and medical stuff, the Red Cross on a White Background is actually internationally reserved for the Red Cross. In Friendship is Magic Nurse Redheart’s cutie mark was a white hide with a red cross with four pink hearts in each corner; enough for the Red Cross to get in contact and get the mark changed. So, yeah! My Little Geneva Convention.
And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.
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TW: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE; GORE-Y STUFF; MAFIA
This is not a normal review like the ones that I have posted before. This is more so an analysis.
The 23rd of May is not a holiday, rather a day to reflect.
On this day in 1992 the Capaci Bombing took place in order tp kill MAGISTRATE GIOVANNI FALCONE. It also killed his wife Francesca Morvillo and three police escorts.
Salvatore Cancemi -who turned pentito (repented)- later described the mafia celebration saying that Toto Rinaa oredered french champagne to celebrate.
Falcone was an honest man, judge and magistrate that dedicated his life to the fight against sicialian mafia. He gave up his life in ordere to be secluded in a bunker-office where he was ABLE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE even if it meant that he had to fight against people that he grew up with.
Together with Borsellino he is one of the people that made a change. That believed that Italy could do better.
I decide to write this in order to inform the internet on mafia.
There are various websites that I encourage you to check because i can still remember the days in which - on tik tok- i could see people playing dress up and glorifying mafia. I can still remember that girl that wrote on an aesthetic video "IMAGINE BEING MARRIED INTO THE MAFIA WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND" as if it was something cool and glamorous. Would you really marry a man that could dissolve a 13-YEARS-OLD in acid? Would you really marry a man that stalked a man, beat him, destroyed his bar because he tried to protect a girl that was being harassed by two mafia men? HE WAS STALKED WHILE DROPPING OFF HIS KID TO KINDERGARDEN!It's disrespectful toward the victims, teh associations and all the italians that try to fight against it every day.
I believe that information can change things because seeing those two things (but also many others) made me feel phisically ill and it should also make other people feel like this. I am italian I have always heard about mafia and and will continue, but I really wish that one day I won't have. I hope Italy will be cured by this cancer.
"Sicilian Ghost Story" is only one of the films about mafia that you can watch.
Here are some more recommendations;
i cento passi
gomorra
la mafia uccide solo d'estate
giovanni falcone
la sicilia ribelle
and here are some more informations about mafia;
to help libera by donation;
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Can you write a fic about the bay us going on a quadruple date? Dick with Wally, Jason with Roy, Tim with Kon, and Dami with Jon. I just think that would be chaotic and amazing
I’m so sorry about how long this took to write but I finally got the boost of motivation combined with a free schedule to finish it!
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“This is so boring,” Superboy I complained in a mumble beside Red Robin. They were watching the empty warehouse from the rafters laying on their stomachs, waiting like they had for three nights now. The fresh Sicilan air was something more similar to Gotham’s in the warehouse bogged down by the deaths that had happened in its walls as well as the unkempt state of it all.
“It’s a stakeout, what did you expect?” Red Robin asked his partner, glancing down at the watch he had brought. “If what we heard is true, they should be on their way here with the hostages. A family of three with links to a powerful crime family in Gotham.”
“It still doesn’t make sense,” Superboy I said, shaking his head. “Why did they go after this family? From the intel you gathered, they’re from either an Australian or Puerto Rican crime family with no links to the Sicialian Mafia or any of its criminal organizations. What would our guys want with them?”
“That’s what we are here to find out,” Red Robin replied before pressing his index and middle finger to the com by his ear. “Are any of you there?”
“Orical patched us in, we’re here,” Nightwing replied in his left ear. “Flash and I are in place.”
“Superboy II and I are also in place,” Robin said.
“Are you two sure you don’t want to go back to Red Robin and my hotel?” Superboy I asked, clearly worried for the two teenage boys. “We can handle this without you.”
“I can assure you Superboy, we have fought much worse than Siciilian crime lords without backup,” Robin assured without being reassuring. The boy had definitely softened in his older teenage years, but was still as prickly as ever when his skills were hinted at being doubted. If the job weren’t so dangerous, Red Robin and Nightwing might consider their brother’s behavior adorable.
“I told you to leave this case to me but you never listen,” Red Robin mumbled.
“And I believed Superboy and I were picking a different case. It’s not my fault we didn’t realize they were connected,” Robin huffed. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“That won't be a problem,” Nightwing chimed in. “They’re here.”
“Just like you said Red Robin. There’s a family of three in the truck,” Flash said through the coms after a short whoosh of air. “Two fathers and a teenage girl. They all have bags over their head with their wrists and ankles bound, wrists in front of them.”
“Thanks Flash,” Superboy I said. “What else did you see?”
“There are four henchemn in the back of the truck guarding them. The crime lord we’ve been after is in the front with his second in command and the driver. They’re saying something about teaching them a lesson.”
“Probably referring to their family,” Red Robin explained. “We know these three are only pawns in their family's game. I doubt they would get the desired effect by killing them.”
“If they’re so important, they wouldn’t have been kidnapped at all,” Nightwing agreed. “But we could be wrong. These men could be more dangerous than we thought. We didn’t even notice all of this was the same case until we ran into each other in town.”
That was true, and Red Robin let himself consider it a moment.
He and Superboy had arrived in Palermo as Tim Drake and Conner Luther-Kent, under the guise of a vacationing billionaire couple. In reality, they had gone to Sicily chasing a case as their alter egos.
The case had seemed cut and dry enough. A small offshoot of the Sicilian Mafia had been creating drugs in a factory not far from Palermo and dealing them in Gotham. It was a next level drug that the Gotham civilians had taken to calling The Dust of Rome, as lame as it sounded, misdirecting the partners at first before Red Robin figured out the factory’s true location.
While outside of costume in town, they had run into Nightwing and Flash as Dick and Wally Grayson-West. Once in the safe confines of their hotel room, Nightwing had explained they had chased a gang of arms dealers from Gotham to Italy, and now to Sicily. It didn’t take long for them to realize they were chasing the same guy and team up.
That night while on their way to stalk the warehouse the second time for Red Robin and Superboy I, they ran into Robin and Superboy II who were the only ones there not working undercover. They had explained that they arrived in Sicily that day for the case Robin had chosen in place of the one Red Robin had taken. It was a case much simpler than the one the other four were following, just a gang stirring up too much trouble in Gotham that needed stopping, but none of them were blinded to the truth. Despite Batman and Oracle's careful checks of all three cases, they hadn’t realized they were all the same group.
There could have been more to it than they were seeing judging by the confusion it was able to cause among the three detectives, two kryptonian hybrids and speedster. Red Robin didn't pay it much thought though. As their brother said, they would burn that bridge when they crossed it (definitely not the best advice, but that was to be expected from the person who gave it).
Cutting off Red Robin’s thoughts was the opening of the warehouse doors. The comms went silent as everyone froze in their positions to listen in on the scene about to unfold.
The guards were half carrying half pushing the family of three into the middle of the wearhouse before they were roughly shoved to sit on their knees side by side. The guards each put a gun to the back of one of their heads with the last one standing at the end. The crime lord they had been chasing circled to stand in front of the family with his right hand man by his side typing away at his phone.
“Remove the hoods,” the crime lord instructed. The guards obeyed and pulled them off, tossing them to the side at the exact same time like a choreographed song and dance.
From where he sat, Red Robin couldn’t see the faces of the family. He didn’t think it was really important, but Nightwing’s sharp intake of breath told him otherwise.
“What is it,” Robin hissed in a whisper.
Before Nightwing could answer, the teenage girl threw herself into one of her father’s lap. Her sobbing voice echoed through the warehouse as she spoke in rapid, pleading spanish, too fast for Red Robin to properly translate.
The guard who had been holding a gun to her head roughly grabbed her by her red hair and pulled her back into a sitting position, shouting for her not to move. The girl continued to cry and plead, and her father who she had thrown herself over’s voice joined the rapid spanish. He wasn’t crying or pleading, instead yelling something to the guard. Red Robin was able to pick out enough to know he was yelling for the guard not to touch his daughter.
Something about the man’s voice sent off alarms in Red Robin’s head. It was familiar. Too familiar, especially when mixed with that fast paced spanish and biting tone.
“Papi,” the girl cried as she tried to go back to hiding in the safety of her father’s lap. The gun pushed against her head stopped her from moving, along with her father’s quick order.
“Mija don’t.”
“Papi, Papa, tengo miedo,” the girl blubbered through her tears, Her accent was off to Red Robin’s ears, raising another red flag. It seemed too forced, with a completely different accent being carefully covered up underneath.
“Let my husband and daughter go,” the man snapped, his accent purposely laid on thick. But Red Robin could recognize the hidden lower Gotham from a mile away in his sleep, even if these men couldn’t. “It is me you want, they have done nothing wrong!”
“You are not really in a place to be making demands Mr. Gunn,” the boss tisked.
“Pero, it’s time,” the man’s husband spoke softly. He had no thick hispanic accent like his husband and daughter, instead opting to take on an upper Gotham accent that almost reminded Red Robin of the people he worked with at galas during his daylife.
“Not like this,” Pero shook his head, chin meeting his chest.
“Papi,” the daughter whispered one last time.
Tim recognized the way the three had set it up. A question by one, followed by confermassion by the others through simply speaking in succession down the line. It wasn’t clever by any means, but for its purpose it was more than effective.
With what would be no warning from the gang member’s point of view, the three family members, who were in fact a real family but not the one they claimed to be, snapped quickly into action. Their bonds were gone in the blink of an eye with three of the gaurds’s guns now their own and said guards lying unconscious on the ground.
The husband, who was unnamed in the gangs' eyes, didn’t hesitate a second to disarm the last guard and shoot him in the knee while Pero and the daughter held the crime boss and his right hand man at gunpoint.
“This has been fun while it lasted Mr. La Rosa, but I’m afraid it ends here,” Pero said, now without the fake accent. “On your knees, now.”
The crime boss and right hand man obeyed the order and got down on their knees while the husband walked over with four pairs of cuffs of which each guard wore a matching pair on their wrists and ankles. The crime boss and right hand man were effortlessly stuck into them in the same fashion.
“In this folder is all of the proof of your trafficking that we need for you to go to prison for life,” the daughter explained, pulling out a manila folder she had pre stashed behind one of the crates close by. Her accent, just as her father’s, had slipped away into her real one. Instead of the masked lower Gotham of her father’s voice, she carried a mixture of lower Gotham and Russian that never failed to chill Red Robin with how empty and deeply emotional it managed to sound at the same time.
“When you wake up, you’ll already be behind bars for your crimes, and all those people will be free,” Pero said, before he and his daughter turned their guns around at the same time to harshly hit the men in the temple, rendering them completely unconscious.
As soon as they were under the belief that they were alone, the first father dropped his gun and cupped his daughter’s face, checking her for injuries.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked softly. His husband came over to stand beside them, gently stroking a hand through their daughter's hair.
“If doesn’t,” she reassured. “It was only a light tug, I’ve had worse.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’ve had worse,” the husband said in his original Star City dialect. “It shouldn’t have gotten that far. Next time we go undercover, try and use some of the self preservation skills we’ve taught you, yeah?”
“Yes dad,” she said, a smile clear in her voice.
“I’m impressed you didn’t shoot that guy for touching her,” Nightwing’s voice came as he dropped down from his hiding spot. The other five who had been hiding did the same, causing the family to whip around in shock.
“What are you all doing here?” Jason asked, not harsh but almost scolding.
“We should be asking you the same thing,” Red Robin said.
“We were closing a human trafficking case,” Roy explained. “Taking Scarlet on her first undercover mission.”
Nightwing looked over at Red Robin and he could practically hear the ‘I told you so’ regarding there having been more to the case.
“We have a lot to catch up on then,” Red Robin said, handing over a thick manila folder filled with all of the other six’s evidence they had collected. “Turn this in with your evidence. Not even the best lawyer money could buy can fight this. Meet us at the Rocco Forte Villa Igiea near the Permo bay when you’re done.”
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“Of course you would go with the fanciest hotel you could,” Jason snorted, causing everyone to turn around. They stood in the lobby of the famous five star hotel, all now dressed in their everyday civilian clothing.
“We are a billionaire power couple, it’s what’s expected of us,” Conner shrugged, arm around Tim’s shoulders.
“So that was your cover story?” Jason asked, though it wasn’t a real question.
“It’s kind of hard to do undercover work when you’re famous,” Tim said. “I honestly expected better than Pero Gunn from you.”
“Flashing around my grandma’s name gets the job done quicker when I need to be kidnapped,” a grin tugged at Jason’s lips. “The Peter equivalent was just all Roy could pull out on the time crunch.”
“Speaking of, where is your handsome husband?” Dick asked with a slightly teasing tone.
“Dropping Sasha off at the airport. Oliver offered to babysit her, Duela, Biz and Lian while we were out of the country. We figured I could just text him the name of the restaurant when we got there,” Jason paused. “You are treating us to dinner, aren’t you? We did do your job for you after all.”
“I hate that you’re right,” Tim said with no real heat and a smile. “There's a great restaurant down the road I went to last time I was here, tell him to meet us there.”
“Great, I’m starving and all we’ve had to eat today was a salad and chicken nuggets from McDonalds.”
On the way to the restaurant and inside the waiting room, the four brothers and their partners caught up on life events they had missed out on, joking and chatting endlessly until they were seated.
“Sorry I’m late,” Roy said as he stepped up to the table. He was in his civics, in one of those trucker hats they all knew Jason barely tolerated. Dick had often joked about being surprised Jason didn’t try to go full Donna and burn all of them, but Jason always mumbled his reply that he married the man which meant he married the hats too.
“Sasha didn’t give you too much trouble at the airport?” Jason asked, leaning over to kiss him.
“Our little girl? Trouble? Never,” Roy grinned.
“Got it, so you both caused trouble together.”
“Speaking of, how have the kids been?” Dick asked. “Star City treating you nicely?”
“Weekly family hunts for corrupt capitalists and crooked businessmen that I’m free to shoot as much as I please,” Jason shrugged. “Yeah, I guess living in Green Arrow’s city has been nice so far.”
“Oh shut up you love it,” Roy said before turning to Dick, “It is nice being back in Star. The kids are loving getting to spend some quality time with my side of the family too, and Artemis has found some good work in the area. I can tell Jason, Ella and Sasha are itching for the Gotham streets though.”
“You can take the Gothemite out of Gotham but you can’t take the Gotham out of the Gothamite,” Tim nodded. “All three of them were born and bred.”
“Well Sasha was born in Russia, but basically,” Jason nodded. “I’m sure she was happy to see her favorite uncles, even if her actual favorite uncle and aunt weren’t there.”
“It would be insane if Duke and Cass ended up with the same case too,” Tim said. “It’s crazy enough all of us were working the same group without knowing it. Throw them, Steph and Chris into the mix and that would just be blatantly bad detective work on our parts.”
“Still would have been fun to have them here too though,” Jason shrugged.
“Wait a minute!” Jon’s face lit up. “Are we on a quadruple date right now?”
“Absolutely not,” Damian cut in. “I refuse to ever go on any sort of couple outing where I have to witness my brothers being disgusting with their partners.”
“No way Gremlin, this is totally a quadruple date,” Tim said. “You hating it cements that.”
“No, this is not a date, it is just a family dinner after an idiotically tangled mission,” Damian insisted.
“If it were a family dinner then Bruce, Cass, Duke and their significant other would be here too,” Dick said. “Sorry Little D, you need to face the facts. This is a quadruple date.”
“That’s an event to go in the scrap books,” Wally snorted. “Quadruple date with our out of six Wayne kids. It’d be a spectacle.”
“An event worthy of the circus,” Dick was smiling so wide his face was sure to split.
“I regret agreeing to this,” Jason said in a stage whisper to his husband. Roy chuckled while Dick squacked about Jason being on Damian’s side.
“Never a dull moment with these four,” Kon commented aside to Roy.
“Even two of them in a room is an event,” Roy agreed.
A pinched off piece of bread was tossed in Roy’s direction and he just laughed. They were surely disrupting the upper class dinners around them, but they couldn’t care less and they continued their impromptu date night.
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somebody has to explain to me why italian americans from sicily 1) say they are sicialian american 2) thinks sicily is not part of italy
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TRIVIA TIME! Bruno Bucciarati
Bruno isn’t named after anyone or anything...copyrighted...Bruno is actually pretty common Italian name. Meaning “The one who has dark hair” and Bucciarati is a take on an Sicialian Fig Cookie called Buccellati.
And that’s another thing...In part 5 Araki kinda take a page from Toriyama and starts naming the Stand Users after Foods or Common Italian Names as opposed to Part 4 Common Japanese Names.
The Stands still reference Music...Speaking of which
Sticky Fingers is named the Rolling Stones album of the Same Name
And Before Vento Aureo was even animated there was All Star Battle...And a number of Stand names where changed due to copyright reasons.
And while Bruno still yells STICKY FINGAS the subtitles call it Zipper Man.
Voice Credits:
Yuuichi Nakamura (TV anime)
Noriaki Sugiyama (All-Star Battle, Eyes of Heaven)
Takahiro Sakurai (Vento Aureo video game) (No relation to Masahiro Sakurai)
Ray Chase (TV anime) (English)
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The territory of the Southern Italian Mafias
Cosa Nostra: Sicialian Mafia
Camorra: Campanian Mafia
‘Ndrangheta: Calabrian Mafia
Sacra Corona Unita: Apulian Mafia
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Reggae in lingua regionale e minoritaria in Italia
Articolo pubblicato su Rastasnob N° 207 / Estate 2019
Riassumere circa 40 anni di musica reggae in Italia non è facile sopratutto se si focalizza l'attenzione sulle esperienze comunemente definite "dialettali".
Cercheremo di far luce su un capitolo spesso sommerso della musica italiana le cui prime esperienze coincidono con gli esordi del reggae sulla nostra penisola e con il fenomeno delle posse .
Affronteremo questo percorso regione per regione citando i gruppi che hanno usato la propria lingua per una o più canzoni del proprio repertorio , dandovi così la possibilità di creare una playlist estiva...
Rispetto a tutti i gruppi citati...nel caso ci fossero errori od omissioni vi invito a segnalarmi via facebook in modo da aggiornarne la mappa in previsione di prossime pubblicazioni..
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Sicilia
Jaka , Boo Daci's , Ragga Switch , Ka Jah City , Original Sicialian Style , Ras Pepy , Triska , Saime , Shanti , Gente strana posse , Trinakriù , Vibe2ToeS, Dan Sol Sahfyah & Kaliza , Ramajca Boyz , Lorre ,Famiglia del sud ,Shakalab , Sikula Sud , Karrua.
Sardegna
Dubinisland, Trani to roots, Break-j & Barrancrew , Dr Boost , Randagiu Sardu, Bujumannu,Ratapignata ,Scékinà ,Tostoine,Dr.Drer & Crc Posse
Calabria
Eman ,Gioman & Killacat, Kalafro Sound Power ,Ganja social club , Mujina crew ,SDC posse
Basilicata
Krikka Reggae , Murgia Reggae , The roots corporal band .
Puglia
Boomdabash , Papa Ricky , Sud sound System, Fido Guido , Moddy, Caparezza, Militant P, Suoni Mudù , Mama Marijas , Kaya Killa , Rankin Lele, Papa Leu, Working Vibes
Campania
99 posse, Almamegretta, O zulù, Jovine, MagagNa , 24 Grana, Mc Baco , Sangue Mostro,
Molise
Gianky
Abruzzo
Anemamè , Ferro & Nikiz , Dabadub
Lazio
Villa Ada Posse, Baracca sound , Radici nel cemento , Brusco
Marche
Ciani's, Warsavia , Rubba Dubba
Umbria
Jolebalalla
Toscana
Mark-one , Conte Max
Emilia Romagna
Afreak, Sanzio e Dj Paglia, Pida reggae
Liguria
Seiann-a zeneize , Barmagrande , Sensasciou , Rino SismaMan ft Boni & Carbun
Piemonte
Laika , Gran bal dub, Africa Unite
Val D'aosta
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Lombardia
Rifondazione Sklero , Dellino Farmer
Trentino alto adige
Jahluz aka Piojoman, Ares Adami
Veneto
Pitura Freska , Niù Tennici , Ultima Fase feat Herman Medrano
Friuli Venezia Giulia
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Non sono riuscito a tosare il baffettino da contrabbandiere messicano di caccole... Ma ho un futuro roseo nel commercio illegale di caccole messicane... Che dite? #sparkrocca #sparkismo #shave #barba #timelapse #blacknwhite #video #instavideo #funnyvideo #artshave #mexican #italian #meow #curlyhair #instashoot #mustache #pizzo #sicialian #style #mood (presso Sicilia, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_MwIXJoNAl/?igshid=tkzgxuhjd8cl
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After Martinique and rusant Sun sets, Sicialian one (from Cefalu) (à Cefalu.Sicily) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZtTKcws6GE/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Uominiedonne Vanessa e Massimiliano crisi o pausa di riflessione?
Uominiedonne Vanessa e Massimiliano crisi o pausa di riflessione?
#19agosto #uominiedonne #vanessaspoto
E adesso vi parliamo un attimo di Vanessa Spoto e Massimiliano Mollicone. In molte ci state chiedendo se la loro storia d’amore sia finita o meno. Oggettivamente la verità è che come stiano le cose al momento non è facile comprnederlo.
Ricordiamo che la corteggiatrice di Prato , i cui genitori sono di origini Sicialiane ossia Vanessa Spoto e il tronista laziale Massimiliano Mollicone si erano…
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