- published: 17 Jun 2011
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Citerna is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Perugia in the Italian region Umbria, located about 50 km northwest of Perugia.
It has recently been noted for its beauty, as one of the winning villages in the 'Borghi più Belli d'Italia' (most beautiful villages in Italy) award
Un vecchio derby Fighille-Citerna, risalente al 1979, disputato al campo sportivo di Fighille.
Parte del giro di Domenica 28/07/2014. Ciclistica Sansepolcro www.ciclisticasansepolcro.it
In questa avventura andiamo alla scoperta dei cunicoli storici nascosti sotto il piccolo paese di Citerna, vicino Sansepolcro. Paolo Chiasserini sarà la guida che ci farà scoprire alcuni strettissimi tunnel di quella che potrebbe essere stata un'antica sepoltura.
Citerna is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Perugia in the Italian region Umbria, located about 50 km northwest of Perugia.
It has recently been noted for its beauty, as one of the winning villages in the 'Borghi più Belli d'Italia' (most beautiful villages in Italy) award
Comin' in easy on the sea train.
Walkin' out under the fog again,
And the sky don't explain
If I'm up or across or down, town around just like then.
The neon screen will never know when.
Be quiet or dream,
And just not crowd the scenes
Of my mind's sound.
I'm goin' under and comin' on out
To see you again.
My mind's been wanderin', but I'm about
To meet you again.
The rhythm of hearts plays in my veins
Like some long-gone lonesome sea train.
I'm only sure that the weather would break if I did.
They'll come easy, then go glad.
Your child at the window says the rain don't look sad,
And you ask me who's mad
As you show me your lost and found.
Down, you're bound again.
With your fan, my fire turns to wind
Your glass fills mine with sand,
You shout, "I'm not your land!"
And I hear the ground.
I'm a weeping shadows, feeling like a willow
Bearing Martha's flower; as the sun comes, I come.
Far across the street, clear across the stream,
The sun shall come.
If you're in a tree and the forest falls, who hears you?
[musical interlude]
And the hills meet the wind, making dew.
We see us again.
As the sun behind clouds, breaking through,
We're gonna meet them again.
The rhythm of hearts plays through my veins
Like some long-gone lonesome sea train.
Rain in the meadow beats the river to the ocean.