A loggia is an architectural feature that refers to a gallery or corridor at ground level, sometimes higher, on the facade of a building and open to the air on one side, where it is supported by columns or pierced openings in the wall. Notably, Filippo Brunelleschi featured a loggia at the front of the Ospedale degli Innocenti (Hospital of the Innocents) in Florence, Italy.
The loggia can also be an alternative to the portico. In this form it is mostly described as a recessed portico, or an internal room, with pierced walls and open to the elements. Occasionally a loggia is placed at the second floor level, above a loggia on the main floor; this is known as a 'double loggia'. Loggias sometimes were given significance in a facade by being surmounted by a pediment.
The main difference between a loggia and a portico is the role within the functional layout of the building. The portico allows access to the inside from the exterior, and can be found on vernacular and small scale buildings. The loggia is accessed only from inside, making it a place for leisure. Thus, it is found mainly on noble residences and public buildings.
Licio Gelli (born April 21, 1919) is an Italian financier, chiefly known for his role in the Banco Ambrosiano scandal. He was revealed in 1981 as being the Venerable Master of the clandestine Masonic lodge Propaganda Due (P2). He was born in Pistoia, Tuscany.
During the 1930s, Gelli volunteered for the "Black Shirts" expeditionary forces sent by Mussolini to Spain in support of Francisco Franco's rebellion, and subsequently became a liaison officer between the Italian government and the Third Reich, with contacts including Hermann Göring. He participated in the Italian Social Republic with Giorgio Almirante, founder of the neofascist Italian Social Movement (MSI).
After a sales job with the Italian mattress factory Permaflex, Gelli founded his own textile and importing company.
Robert Loggia (born Salvatore Loggia; January 3, 1930) is an American actor and director.
Loggia, an Italian American, was born on Staten Island, the son of Benjamin Loggia, a shoemaker, and Elena Blandino, a homemaker, both of whom were born in Sicily, Italy. After studying at Wagner College and journalism at the University of Missouri (class of 1951) and serving in the US Army, Loggia began a long career as a supporting player in movies, on stage and television.
Loggia was a radio and TV anchor in Southern Command Network in the Panama Canal Zone. Loggia first came to prominence playing real-life American lawman Elfego Baca in a 1958 series of Walt Disney television shows. He starred as the proverbial cat-burglar-turned-good in a short-lived series called T.H.E. Cat. In 1972 he played Frank Carver on the CBS soap opera The Secret Storm. His many television credits include appearances on Frasier, The Bionic Woman, Overland Trail, Target: The Corruptors!, The Eleventh Hour, Breaking Point, Combat!, Custer, Columbo, Ellery Queen, Gunsmoke 1965 episode-Chief Joseph,Starsky and Hutch, Charlie's Angels, The Rockford Files (three times as three different characters), Magnum, P.I., Quincy ME, The Sopranos, Monk, Oliver Stone's miniseries Wild Palms and Little House on the Prairie.
Indro Montanelli (April 22, 1909 - July 22, 2001) was an Italian journalist and historian, known for his new approach to writing history in books such as History of the Greeks and History of Rome.
Generally considered one of the greatest Italian journalists of the 20th century, he was among the 50 World Press Freedom Heroes of the past 50 years named by the International Press Institute in 2000.
Indro Montanelli Bassi was born at Fucecchio, near Florence.
Throughout his career he retained an idiosyncratic and particularly undiplomatic style, even when this made him very unpopular among his peers and employers. This is particularly well illustrated in his book La stecca nel coro (which translates as "Going against the current") which is a list of leading articles he composed between 1974 and 1994 in the newspaper Il Giornale which he founded and directed after being sacked from the very prestigious Corriere della Sera, in October 1973. It was during this experience, in 1977 that the Red Brigade terrorists shot him four times in the legs in the streets of Milan.
The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
So don't get your hopes up
This life's a contradiction,
a typecast for hypocrisies,
but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short
And i am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you as a concubine
Taste the salt from your worthless tears
I felt your heart beat for one last time
and i let go forever
And I am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you
I still dream of you
Sirens fade from silence
this is were the story ends
In a dream of truth, they'll never find you
Yellow tape, empty chalklines,
that's all she wrote
Head first through a noose,
I'd shed a tear for you,
but you're not even here
I scream your name for one last time
Can you here me now?
Can you feel me now?
But i must move on to find
reason for years of weakening disaster
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so let go
This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
I let go of everything I loved
From all the bridge drops,
I leave her crimson tide
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so i let go
This blackout begins
How many times?
How many times should I stab you in the face?
How long will shame instill suffering?
"But it won't happen again" she says, lying through her teeth.
Rotting at the mouth she prays for tragedy, With your hands tied around your back.
You drown in your own blood.
You choke on dependence.
You were always powerless.
Erase your self-worth.
This time her blood will spill.
This time I won't stand still.
Last call for decadence.
She's already gone.
My eyes will bleed from what I've seen.
Thorns enter through belief and the covering, but your downfall is inevitable.
Cry out for help textbook battered wife, but she says she's sorry, but it'll happen again.
Spread your legs for revenge.
How does it feel?
Does it feel good?
Does it feel like success?
You kiss the knife that slits your wrist.
You long for love that doesn't exist.
Thorns enter through belief and the covering, but your downfall is inevitable.
Murder, question for the hour
Should she paint the town red again?
Such an act of compassion,
such a waste of life
She awakes her smile with the keys in her hand
Pretty facial mod with the tire marks in his skin
He'll wait to forgive you
He'll lose this time and never win
Like clockwork, oh how the tables have turned
This tragic play of cards you've been dealt
Fall in love, lose your life
Back and forth again, it's suicide
Love is suicide, it's freedoms child
She couldn't bear the pain
Broken skies beyond the diagnosed,
fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost.
Love is suicide, it's freedom's child
She couldn't bear the pain
No sense to beg for mercy
No sense to reconcile now
Persisting beyond maladaptive disorder
Stitching the mouth shut spitting disposition
Spineless is the brace of weakness
Masking contortion behind walls of indigence
Perish in your guilt
Let go of benediction
Hang from the branch of truth
Time runs thin for redemption
The air reeks of betrayal
So i hold my breath
You pushed too far
There's nothing left
Backstabbing your way to the bottom of denial
There is no forgiveness left
within my sorrow
The air reeks of betrayal
so i hold my breath
In this our we devour all our fears
Nothing you say is real
Denial is passion for the weakminded fool
that insulates reality
a far call for hallucinations and household stereotypes
This one rocks them all
This is when angels fail
Slice the lips and never kiss again
Watch the tides take me away
If only Jesus could repay
If only revenge was sacred
Still I won't sulk in silent strife,
I'm not your saint
Still I'll slice your lips every night
just to taste your blood
To forget fade your eyelids shut
Nail your hands to the cross with love
I will have your end tonight
I will finally win
You won't forget me, not after this
I'm here to make you pay
Without a soul I take your life forever
Hollowed-bodied skin textured
vacuum of innocence
I couldn't stop her from killing herself
Everytime that i see her face
it takes me away
Everytime that I open my eyes
I see her crying, I see her dying
Fake that smile for one more kiss of the death you spread
Face the lies 'cause tonight's your night to realize
Happiness, i heard, is a heart attack for you'd
better check your vital signs.
At any moment, the incisive will recognize defeat like perfection, bleeding fever, holy season of reckoning
You twist the knife
and you like to pretend when you cry it's all right
Well it's all right
The lies you cannot hide
We'll meet again and again at the fault line
We'll meet again at the fault line
You were the first one to stop my heart
You'll be the last one to hold me back
Expect the worse.
You deserve nothing but
another prayer, another tragedy
Happiness, i heard, is a heart attack for you'd
better check your vital signs.
Another prayer, another tragedy
The tears will fall like rain tonight
under a bloody moonlight
and a bleeding sky
Vomit paints the picture, losing flesh in a missing moment.
Eating locusts, asleep for days.
Silver splendor burns the memory.
Let the blood from our vein run dry all night.
Carry the soul that signifies your heart through mine.
Murder awakes the child.
Cancer whore of manipulation, stab wound mistress plays the travesty.
Let the blood from our vein run dry all night.
Carry the soul that signifies your heart through mine.
And it signifies your heart and it signifies your arms broken, bathing in sin.
Open dissection, removing skin.
I have nothing with you.
You're just nothing.
I'm sorry you did this to yourself and I'm sorry you failed again.
It's time to reverse the aim of this barrel, to forget I'm punctured forever.
The purity died and so will I so cough your lungs out cancer.
Let the blood from our vein run dry all night.
Carry the soul that signifies your heart through mine.
I'll wait for the answers someone else has given you.
I'll wait for days
I failed my heart for way too long.
I've fallen apart, but thats over now
Those who disrespected me, tread upon broken glass and they will not last
I gave everything i had just to be here.
Their words don't mean shit
And life's not fair
So wait for days all alone with the false idea of truth
Pray for the empty walls you build around your hope
This is my last request to you before it's too late
Cherish the time you've been given too look forward
Go ahead, lie to my face, but just for today.
I remember everything.
I failed my heart for way too long.
I've fallen apart, but that's over now.
It's time to set this straight.
We won't turn back now.
You turned your back on me
Call out for friends you don't have.
We won't turn back now.
You turned your back on me.
I smell your fear, filled with reject.
As a last resort, today I watch you die.
Walk the line as the fade.
The immaculate deception, as you dwell for years.
Parasite with credulous eyes, but your lost something more.
Redemption is born denying the trusted.
Savor the time serial killin'.
Off seconds to a magic misery.
Forget this passage, forget the sorrow.
I've gone and done it again.
Across the pathways of premonition, a cyanide romance called disbelief.
You keep searching.
I'll keep searching for a remedy to light the way.
I'll keep my head held high.
Am I just a fool to trust in you?
The immaculate deception, you're just a fraud.
Parasite with credulous eyes.
Today I watch you die.
Slash the heart and spread the light.
Open rib cage watchin' you die.
I found nothing.
I have gone and done it again.
Scream aloud dismembered friend.
Open rib cage watchin' you die.
I found nothing.
Cut your heart out.
Count to ten.
Where incision begins, illusion will end.
Dispose love, her crying embrace.
Shatter my hope into pieces.
And I'm left to pick up the pieces.
Every word that you spoke was just poison and I choked.
Everything that we had meant nothing to you.
Kisses burn my lips with sick sadness.
Awake from years of slumbering fear.
Love is a filthy word.
Puss flowing from the heart of burden.
Now say goodnight my love.
Well I guess this is goodbye with knives stabbed through my eyes one last time for feeling safe.
Now say goodnight my love.
Cut your heart out and count to ten.
One day you'll see there's no such thing as a happy ending.
Every word that you spoke was just poison and I choked.
Everything that we had meant nothing to you.
It meant nothing to you.
Every word that you spoke was poison.
No more crying eyes.
No more sick sadness.
No more pretty faces.
No more happy endings.
Now say goodnight.
This is your brain on drugs
This is who you are now
Are you happy?
Are you satisfied with the whore you've become?
You face the end
It's like you're already dead
Take a good look at yourself
You're next to nothing and there's nothing left for you
Check the pulse as the veins cauterize, say hello to the goodnight horizon
Date this day as forever when we felt another letdown
The American dream is a fabrication, a lie
Smile for the camera.
Right now this joke's on you
No matter what path i walk
I tear knives from my back
You can try to hold me down, but right now this joke's on you
Me against the world, i fight my way through
You can try to hold me down,
but right now this joke's on you
With a gun against your head
tell me who's laughing now?
Smile for the camera
Right now this joke's on you
You squeal like a pig when your fucked
You'd lick the blood off a dick for a head
You squeal like a pig