Writing about the Italian Song “La gatta”

Writing has to take a backseat for a few days, because I need to concentrate on other things for a while. I’ve listening a lot to Italian songs. I love this particular number, innocent and nostalgic, it really relaxes me.

C’era una volta una gatta,

(Once upon a tme there was a cat)

che aveva una macchia nera sul muso

(that had a black streak on its face)

e una vecchia soffitta vicino al mare

(and an old attic near the sea)

con una finestra a un passo dal cielo blu.

(with a window with a view of the blue sky)

Se la chitarra suonavo,

(If I played the guitar)

la gatta faceva le fusa ed un stellina

(The cat would purr and a star,)

scendeva vicina vicina

(came down nearer and nearer,)

poi mi sorrideva e se ne tornava su.

(Then smiled at me, and returned upwards)

Ora non abito più là,

(Now I don’t live there any more)

tutto è cambiato, non abito più là.

(all has changed, I don’t live there any more)

Ho una casa bellissima,

(I have a beautiful house)

bellissima come vuoi tu.

(beautiful like you want)

Ma io ripenso a una gatta,

(But I muse about that cat)

che aveva una macchia nera sul muso,

(that had a black streak on its face)

a una vecchia soffitta vicino al mare

(and an old attic near the sea)

con una stellina che ora non vedo più.

(with a star that I now don’t see any more.)

On another note,

Merry Christmas to all, I hope this season brings to this world a new understanding of family, love, and togetherness.