Loretta Goggi - Maledetta primavera (with lyrics) Back to Broken-hearted Teenager Times

I grew up in a predominantly Italian neighbourhood in Downsview, Ontario. We would get together in someone's basement and listen to songs on a record player. Usually lots of 45s.

Most of the time most of us were feeling the heavy-hearted sadness of unrequited love, which could change in a moment from that sadness to the bliss of hopeful love, and then to anxiety, and embarrassment, and then to frisky-playfulness, etc. We listened to emotional Italian love songs like Maledetta Primavera and Ti Amo, and hugged cushions in frustration. Sometimes someone would cry. It was great!