=Romero Family Crest=

Origins Available: Italian, Spanish

Where did the Spanish Romero family come from? What is the Spanish coat of arms/family crest? When did the Romero family first arrive in the United States? Where did the various branches of the family go? What is the history of the family name?

From the historical and enchanting region of Spain emerged a multitude of noble families, including the distinguished Romero family. Originally, the Spanish people were known only by a single name. The process by which hereditary surnames were adopted in Spain is extremely interesting. Surnames evolved during the Middle Ages when people began to assume an extra name to avoid confusion and to further identify themselves. Often they adopted names that were derived from nicknames. Nickname surnames were derived from an eke-name, or added name. They usually reflected the physical characteristics or attributes of the first person that used the name. The name Romero is a nickname type of surname for a Roman or an Italian. The name was originally derived from the Latin word Romaeus and the Greek word Romaios, which mean Roman.

Spelling variations of this family name include: Romero, Romera, Romeros, Romeu and others.

First found in Aragon, one of the medieval Christian kingdoms of northern Spain.

Some of the first settlers of this family name or some of its variants were: Among the early explorers of the New World was Juan Romero, who accompanied Pedro de Valdivia on his expedition to Chile in 1540. Also of note was another Juan Romero, who voyaged to Paraguay and Argentina in the mid sixteenth century. He was twice Governor of Buenos Aires. Other early migrants to the New World were Alonso Romero, who sailed to New Spain in 1534.

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Killing me softly...with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life, with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see him and listen for a while

And there he was this young boy

A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life, with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life, with his words

Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there

And he just kept on singing

Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life, with his words

Killing me softly with his song

BASTA!

I spent so many nights wetting my pillow. I'm not about to do it again.

Not for the same reason anyway...

He has spent his nights alone and with a hole in his soul. I'm not about to let you do it again.

Not for a reason at all...

A fault is a fault and each has it's cost, when it's paid..it should be done with.

Tears clean my spirit but my heart remains broken.

Why oh why can't the page be turned? The book of life awaits...

Why should we persistently talk about the same episode.

My life is great, my love is pure...may we all cry the tears we know we should...

for the ugly and the unsure

for the beauty and certainty of a tomorrow

I will be here I know he will too

Alla Mia Età - Tiziano Ferro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxgmdL96puc

Alla Mia Età

Alla Mia Età - Tiziano Ferro

Sono un grande falso mentre fingo l’allegria,

sei il gran diffidente mentre fingi simpatia,

come un terremoto in un deserto che…

che crolla tutto ed io son morto e nessuno se n’è accorto.

Lo sanno tutti che in caso di pericolo si salva solo chi sa volare bene,

quindi se escludi gli aviatori, i falchi, nuvole, gli aerei, aquile e angeli,

rimani te

ed io mi chiedo ora che farai,

che nessuno ti verrà a salvare,

complimenti per la vita da campione,

insulti per l’errore di un rigore.

E mi sento come chi sa piangere ancora alla mia età

e ringrazio sempre chi sa piangere di notte alla mia età

e vita mia che mi hai dato tanto,

amore, gioia, dolore, tutto,

ma grazie a chi sa sempre perdonare sulla porta alla mia età.

Certo che facile non è mai stato,

osservavo la vita come la osserva un cieco,

perché ciò che è detto può far male,

però ciò che è scritto può ferire per morire.

E mi sento come chi sa piangere ancora alla mia età

e ringrazio sempre chi sa piangere di notte alla mia età

e vita mia che mi hai dato tanto,

amore, gioia, dolore, tutto,

ma grazie a chi sa sempre perdonare sulla porta alla mia età.

E che la vita ti riservi ciò che serve e spero

che piangerai per cose brutte e cose belle e spero

senza rancore che le tue paure siano pure

e l’allegria mancata poi diventi amore

anche se è perché solamente il caos della retorica

confonde i gesti, le parole, le modifica e

e perché Dio mi ha suggerito,

ti ho perdonato e ciò che dice lui va ascoltato.