Ovada (Uà and Guà in Ligurian, Ovà in Piedmontese) is a comune (municipality) of 11,613 inhabitants in the Province of Alessandria in the Italian region Piedmont, located in the "Alto Monferrato" area about 90 kilometres (56 mi) southeast of Turin and about 30 kilometres (19 mi) south of Alessandria.
Ovada is the main comune of the Ovadese area, an area of the Lower Piedmont and Upper Monferrato, located in the southern portion of the province of Alessandria, bordering south with Liguria and precisely with the Metropolitan Borough of Genoa and with the Province of Savona. The area includes 16 municipalities and about 30,000 inhabitants.
Territory
The area, located on the northern foothills of the Ligurian-Piedmontese Apennines and at the entrance of the Stura valley leading to the Turchino pass, is hilly, tending to mountainous heading south, with plains where agriculture is practiced and where the industries have established their factories near the main connections. The city lies on the confluence of the Stura of Ovada torrent into the Orba river, always strategic location for businesses, at an altitude of 186 meters above sea level.
Ovada is an administrative ward in the Kondoa district of the Dodoma Region of Tanzania. According to the 2002 census, the ward had a total population of 9,544.
Coordinates: 5°11′S 35°14′E / 5.183°S 35.233°E / -5.183; 35.233
High flying, adored
So young, the instant queen
A rich, beautiful thing
Of all the talents
Across between
A fantasy of the bedroom
And a saint
You were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting
Scratching and biting
High flying, adored
Did you believe
In your wildest moments
All this would be yours
That you'd become
The lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes
When you crawled in at night
From the bars, from the sidewalks
From the gutter-the-atrical?
Don't look down
It's a long, long way to fall
High flying, adored
What happens now?
Where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world
The view is not exactly clear
A shame you did it all
At twentysix
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you
No one fulfill you
High flying, adored
I hope you come to terms with burden
So famous, so easily
So soon is not the wisest thing to be
You won't care if they love you
It's been done before
You'll despair if they hate you
You'll be drained of all energy
All the young who've made it
Would agree
High flying, adored
That's good to hear
But unimportant
My story's quite usual:
Local girl makes good
Weds famous man
I was slap in the right place
At the perfect time
Filled a gap - I was lucky
But one thing I say for me
No one else can fill it