When you're Saturday night in an Italian air night in Brussels and the curious name, c'est chic the south, there is always someone in this type of events, events with the theme of the Bel Paese, not really want to go there, because you live abroad to 'foreign and everything that has the colors of must avoid home , even if at home we eat pasta and Italian-speaking, as there is always someone on these evenings the sound family wants to go to all costs bringing along friends and passion, because we have gone abroad without never forget home, even if you live elsewhere and often have to pretend (or maybe remember) have moved in to really . But no matter what
Italian one can feel and how much you want flee Italy and care even less to all those foreign people, or crowded at the counter fill with joy the race track, d ' alphabet and each nation, perhaps Belgians of Italian origin who came to remember the songs of his grandfather and fantasized views, when the music is spreading sovereign is all a bath ' joy, because the pinch ; Salento can not resist properties: you have to dance, smile, let drag, even if he does not understand all the words, but a dialect is history and culture, it is enough to make music and dance, all together.
And some thousands of miles from home, here are found in a popular ballad from every corner of the Italian boot, because a little 'di Puglia not hurt, Campanian to you and he Florentine , she Romagna and the other in Turin, it does not hurt those who had left lu sule, lu sea lu ventures and does not hurt those who perhaps more down to Rome is not never gone, who would not hurt the government shouts and raises racism and national green handkerchief with which of them is right here in Brussels to warm a chair for a few hours, or who finds himself in the pleasure of a stranger folklore, part of the land who has left nice and full discovery in a foreign capital Italy, more than you can imagine, for some too. So who really turn up their nose to name only some of the tricolor, which can be found here euphoric dance with those who would die for that flag still irrationally (at least when speaking), both with a smile : power of Salento pinches and no matter if at the end of each night will return to own extreme beliefs , a little 'di Puglia will not hurt and maybe will find themselves humming the refrain of the last song , nu if you ever scierri roots hold about respect Puru quiddre models pais away, without understanding their meaning, perhaps forgotten after a few hours and replacing them with new words invented or even played it, each in its own way. And Brussels is also this.
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