Morivione is a district ("quartiere") of the city of Milan, Italy, part of the Zone 5 administrative division, located south of the city centre. It is informally defined as the area enclosed within four streets, namely Viale Toscana, Via Ripamonti, Via Antonini and Via Bazzi. The district is especially associated to the celebrations in honour of Saint George, where Milanese people would traditionally drink milk and eat a kind of sweet called pan de mein ("millet bread").
The name "Morivione" is supposedly a reference to a brigant named Vione Squilletti who would raid the Milanese country between the 13th and 14th century. According to a local legend, he was captured and sentenced to death on 24th April 1339; the next day, a commemorative painting of Saint George killing a dragon was made, with the phrase "qui morì Vione" ("here died Vione"), hence "Morivione".
The district main street is the eponymous Via Morivione, which is also the last remnant of the ancient borgo; the street connects Morivione to Milan going through what used to be Porta Lodovica, one the city gates of the Spanish walls of Milan. The rest of the district is mainly a residential and tertiary area.
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No matter how I moved her aim was never high
I guess that was what I needed at the time
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A good woman is hard to find
A good woman is hard to find
A good woman is hard to find
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See played me just like a tambourine
Well, she took me to church, prayed till it hurt
A good woman is hard to find
A good woman is hard to find
I'll live to love another one more time
A good woman is hard to find
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She was beauty and adventure
She seemed so glad to be alive
I want to be happy but not all the time
A good woman is hard to find
A good woman is hard to find
I'll live to love another one more time
A good woman is hard to find
She wrapped me up, saved me for later
Left me no way to penetrate her
Guess that was what I needed at the time
A good woman is hard to find
A good woman is hard to find
I'll live to love another one more time
A good woman is hard to find