Saturday, June 09, 2007


COMES FROM MONKEY

this is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental

- Close the shutters... immediately... it’s raining cats and dogs... make it quickly... rainwater is dripping down the wall... I can’t stand patches of mildew on the walls. You have to struggle on until the rain stops...
You can stop all this dripping, you need only a clever strain to lead off all the water that comes from the roof... no.. not this way... what are you doing! Oh, my God! You have to get out... no matter if drenched or not... you have to get on the roof to fix the drain-pipe... you have to go straight now... yes... it’s raining... but not a big deal... just a little thunderstorm... go, go! I’ll wait for you... I can’t stand all this panic... you are coward like anything... Go! Water is dripping all over the wall... the wallpaper could be mildewed... My God! Go! What are you waiting for? .... Finally... Jack... what the hell are you doing? You are trampling all over my flowerbeds... be careful with that horrible boots of yours!
What the hell is he searching for? The ladder is over there in front of him... oh... finally... What the hell is he hammering! The dripping-pipe is falling down! ... he had to fix it not to destroy... My God.. I can’t stand him anymore! ... Jack! No! Don’t bring those muddy boots inside! ... Oh my God my welcome mat all muddied! You don’t prize all my sweat, all my stress, no! In spite of my best endeavour I never could live in a house that is worth this name... Jack... what did you do up there? ... you’re a destroyer... you’re like a bull in a China shop... no! Don’t try to explain, there is nothing to explain here... you only have to shut up... but what your mother thought you? No politeness, no niceness, no good breading ... no care at all... Why did I marry you? My ancestors go back to the times of George the third ... they worked for the king...
- A sort of fools... something like a professional clown... isn’t it?
- No! They had a school!
- Right... a clownery school!
- Do you know where your family comes from? ... I think... they come form monkeys... and you aren’t really so far from monkeys yourself so hairy you are... you have to shave twice a day and must have your hair cut every week, even your hands are hairy and your mother has e goatee... bearded women shaggy children! If my ancestors where fools yours where ... no! I’m a very stupid woman... what are you grinning about? ... about me being stupid? ... You’re right, I am... I am really... if your grin comes from elsewhere I must assume things had gone well for you as you have a big grin on your face... hairy monkeys sometimes look pretty... yeah... your piercing eyes... what are you thinking about?
- Shut up! You whitish plump lady... only able to talk nonsense and to make me become mad... Do you think perhaps you are the only one all over the world? ... Yeah... you’re quite pretty, that’s true... but you’re also blow-hard, chatty like an old wife, arrogant and so on... but you know well where to stop... and that’s enough.
- You’re my monkey... do you remember when you came home to meet my parents? They didn’t even know what to say... my fader cracked a smile pretending to be upset because of his co-workers... mum frightened by my little monkey bolted for the kitchen... my former boyfriend was pale, reddish-whitish English way, tall, skinny as hell... my parents where used to such kind of boyfriends... they never would expect a brown bear... better, a black one... as dark as coal... and as hired as real bear... My father asked you where did your family come from... and when you answered... Scotland... he told you: ... Right! Scotland! But he was really upset... it was hard to start a conversation this way... then mum came back with tea and muffins... I still remember, eight muffins ... we ate one each... you ate the other five, one after another, without saying a word ... then you told my mother that muffins were delicious and she answered only with an “Oh!”... Then we went out to the cinema... My father was shocked... a bleak bear for son-in-law wasn’t really their best dream... We were a classical English family... not a fool family like you think... and then I never understood what your family has to do with Scotland... you told me why a lot of times but I think you still have something to do with monkeys...
- You told about muffins, isn’t it?
- Ok... without muffins you can’t even speak a word... you are like a baby... but babies that eat a lot of muffins become fat...
- It’s not my problem...
- You’re right... you are a skinny bear... do they exist skinny bears? ... I don’t think so... and you are lucky... how would I be skinny like you... tall like you...
- And also hairy like me?
- No... better not...
- Come along with me... there is something tasteful in the fridge...
- Ice cream muffins?
- Yeah... with rum and fruit juice... I know you’re greedy for ice cream muffins... my gourmand... I think we married because of muffins... those of my mum at the beginning and then mine... I think that without muffins we had never got married.. but I’m a good pastry chef...
- You really are... how many muffins are in the fridge? I’d eat another one... just one... baby... just one... why are you eyeing me so warily?
- I was thinking about dinner...
- Dinner? Did you cook something special?
- Not really... just something you deserved after that hard work on the roof ... go open the oven ... go....
- Oh! ... baked aubergines oil and pepper... and a lot of chips... thanks, no more muffins...
- Oh... Jack... I’d like to ask you something...
- Whatever you like...
- Really.... whatever?
- Yes really...
- My parents will come here next week...
- No problem, there is the guestroom...
- But they will come with my sister... and we have just a single guestroom... but I could sleep with my sister... but there is a problem... I don’t know how to set you...
- How long will they stay?
- No more than fifteen or twenty days... you know... my sister is going to give birth... and she needs help... she’s my sister and I can’t abandon her...
- Well... and where am I going to stay until the childbirth?
- You could stay at my aunt’s ... She will be very happy... What do you think about?
- At your aunt’s... but I can’t stand her at all... she only eats boiled onions... something I hate...
- No problem... you could come here for dinner... I’ll cook for you...
- But I have to move around for more than one hundred miles a day...
- Please tell me you’ll do...
- And what will you give me in return?
- A little kiss?
- I think I’m going to do a big deal... ok... and now I have to ask you another question...
- What about?
- I think you can guess...
- No... please... no... let’s change topic...
- I would never torture you... but I think you have to see all the matter another way... yes, what happened rally happened... and you could never forget it... a terrible experience... but there is a future in front of us... years will go on... would we really get older alone? ... Don’t cry... My God... we have to consider everything in order to make a resolution... now you only have to stay with your sister... then you’ll understand what a baby could be...
- Jack... I have been thinking about for so long... but I’m blocked... perhaps it could be... but non now... Jack... please... not now...
- Mary... clearly to make such a decision is very difficult for you and I’ll respect your decision whatever it could be... and now if you like better we can change topic...
- You know well I would never change topic... I read only about babies, I dream only about babies... but I’m frightened that it could be just like last year... I never would fail twice... and not for me... for all of us...
- Mary, don’t cry... hug me tightly... yes, this way...
- And there is another question... a bigger question... is it worth fathering a child who will spend his life suffering, becoming aware of all the terrible things around him, just to get at the end to die suffering more and more?
- But we could have an healthy baby, who could grow up enjoying all the good things the world could offer him...
- Good things? ... when you father a baby you only let him start a journey... you start everything end he will have to come to the end... and to undergo whatever will happen... A year ago I thought that what happened wasn’t really the worst... that we where responsible... and I would never try another time... not because I was frightened of something in particular, but because when you father a baby you also sentence him to death... I never told you such things but that’s really what I’m thinking about night and day... I love you Jack... but I’d never mother a baby because I don’t accept that he must die because I mothered him... mother someone is easy, it could be dangerous, yes, but normally it’s easy... but to get out of this world is much more difficult and painful... babies grow up quickly, when they are still kids they can believe anything, but when they start to use their brain and realize what the real life could be... do you think they wouldn’t ask themselves why do they exist? Why do they have to die? I think they would answer themselves that someone put them here in this world...
- Mh... perhaps you’re right... parents are selfish, they only think about themselves... and don’t mind their babies... but babies are persons just like us, they will face problems, undertake real problems, health problems... and also problems without any solution... Last year was terrible ... I also started to reflect upon such things... well some days ago you started speaking about your sister that is pregnant and I thought you would like a baby... I was not really aware what would I really like...
- No... my sister is my sister, she’s pregnant and she’s happy this way, but I’m not like my sister... Jack... Is there something you wouldn’t even tell me... you don’t have to hide anything from me... please tell me whatever you think...
- No... I don’t hide anything form you, I could never be able to...
- For my part it’s just the same...
- That’s why we got married so quickly and go along this way, I think it wasn’t matter of muffins and whatever... can I tell the truth?
- You have to...
- We have something depressive in common, people usually get married because they think to share some positive attitude, on the contrary we share some radical world view, clearly nothing positive...
- When I try to speak seriously about babies to my mother... I think to speak this way, like we did just now... she always becomes worried about me, probably she thinks I’m a little psychopath... and perhaps she’s right... but when I speak to you, you never try to stop me or to persuade me that I have to change radically all my mind... there is clearly something in common... Jack... is it possible love based on something negative?
- I think no... our thoughts aren’t so negative, they are only realistic... and do you really think that love and babies are implicating each other? I think no... don’t ask me why, I’m not a philosopher...
- Neither am I... I can only prepare muffins... nothing to do with philosophy... but really I think love could exist also without babies... or, better, if you love babies you don’t have to put them in this world... perhaps I can’t even understand how children could change our life... but the point at issue is not about our life but about children’s life... when they will grow up... and we have no right to decide on another person’s life. My mother told me that when we decide not to have children we are just making a decision on their life... but no decision could be made when you can’t address your decision to anyone...
- Right... but now stop acting like a philosopher... seat down, and I’ll warm up the dinner for you... and tomorrow, in the evening I’ll set up your flowerbeds in the garden... I’ll clean your welcome mat and I’ll also fix the drainpipes ... you deserve a nice house to live in... everything here is always set in perfect order... you want me to use carpet slippers, to put back every tool in my toolbox ... and if I need a saw or a drill I have to spend a lot of time keeping everything clean, because you don’t like chips or dust on the carpet... Right, your flowers are splendid, no one in all our neighbourhood ever got roses or box-trees like yours... but I can’t put my deck chair under the elm, because every single square inch of the ground is reserved to flowers... in the afternoon, especially in the summer, I’d like to stay in the elm’s shade... but I’m not allowed to...
- You told me such things so many times that I have been searching for a solution and I got it... just to allow you and me to stay in the shadow of the elm and to preserve our garden... we have to cobble a little share of the ground near the elm wit large paving stones placed at a distance from one another of about ten centimetres just to let the grass grow between the paving stones... the same for the access small path... all with large paving stones the same way... I just called the garden-shop to tell them what exactly I’m searching for, I think everything could be set up in two or three days... so you’ll have your little place near the elm to rest in the shadow... What are you thinking about, Jack?
- I was thinking about the problem of babies... I’m not really sad about the idea of a oldness without children... but when we went to the hospital last month with your sister for the ultrasound scan... I went upstairs to the upper story just to the nursery... there where a lot of babies beyond the glass and a lot of young fathers on the side where I was... they were happy... or at least seamed to be, taking pictures with cameras asking the nurse to move ahead their babies in order to take better pictures... I was there, I don’t know why, really I don’t know why because at that time I wasn’t thinking at all about bearing a child, I just felt a bitter sensation recalling how we were upset and distressed just a year before... I felt discomforted and I went away like if that place wasn’t at all something fitting to me... do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?
- Yeah... certainly... but please... give me my time.. let me understand exactly what I’m really searching for... perhaps next year... perhaps in six months... perhaps never... I don’t know...
- Wait just a moment... there was a young father with a terrible face he was no more searching for babies he felt just as we had felt a year before... I was in doubt what to do, I could have told him about our experience... but I didn’t and went away trying to avoid his eyes... we are so coward sometimes... I went away and I felt just like... like I don’t know what... Is it possible to go on living quite normally if you are searching to hide such things? ... I’m speaking about ourselves... are we able to repress our memories so deeply that we can think of another child?
- I’m perplexed... Jack... now we have to let thoughts go their way, without trying to control them...
- Mary, please... don’t put the aubergines in the oven, I like better to eat them right away... and then we’ll go to the living room... I’d like to hag you tightly... if you like... we have to get aware of a lot of things... Thanks... aubergines are very tasteful...
- A little red whine?
- No, thanks... or yes, just a little... enough... enough.
- Jack... but why are people so interested in children? Do you think it’s because of something genetic... something like: my son is a part of me, is genetically related to me and I love him because it is like I was loving myself? ... something strongly genetic? Or could it be because of other questions like, for instance: I love my son because he needs my love...
- I think both... yes, there is something strongly genetic and there is also something strongly emotional...
- Yes, you’re right, but do you think one of these reasons is more important than the other?
- I don’t know at all... I think the two of them are really important...
- Thanks, Jack...
- Is there something you’re trying to tell me this way?
- Yes, perhaps there is... but I’m not so sure myself... I really think that the emotional motivation is much more important, I don’t know why I think so but it’s exactly what I think or better what I feel... and... if it’s because of love that parents love their sons and not because of genetic questions... parents would love also other sons... I’d say sons that aren’t genetically related to them... isn’t it?
- Yeah... but it’s very unusual... normally parents love only their own sons... at least this is quite common everywhere... perhaps I begin to understand where are you going with all your deductive reasoning... you’re trying to tell me we could also take another person’s child into our own family and legally rise him or her as our own child?
- Yes, right... If we could become adoptive parents we could take care of a baby trying to give him or her a better chance... we could try...
- Do you think perhaps that this way we could avoid to be ourselves to start his or her life and we only could help someone that already exists? ... Only help without choosing too directly... I understand... it’s not so easy... I need time to reflect on this subject and I need help to decide... it’s not so easy...
- I know very well, it wasn’t easy neither for me... I have been thinking about the question of adoption a lot of times... It’s a big deal to take care of someone else, especially if it’s a baby who needs you to help him in all. And I never raised other babies and I’m afraid I couldn’t be able to foster him... but now I’m afraid about material problems, not about the adoption problem itself... Jack... I’m happy because of what we told ourselves this evening... I thought I would never have the courage to start such a conversation... Jack... whatever you will choose you are the man I will love all life long... feel absolutely free, nothing will ever change between us in any case...
- And you are the only woman I’ll love all life long... It’s a big problem... I think you are aware that I’d never say no to whatever you’d like... that’s why you started this conversation... what have I to say? If you like to take a child we will try... but you have to remember that it’s an hard question... nowadays it’s very difficult to take a baby... judges are very careful in putting a baby into the hands of someone... we’ll have to undertake to a strict scrutiny by the health care system...
- I know... but I think we’ll pass every exam easily...
- But it could take many years...
- No matter how many years... we can wait...
- I think we have first to see the lawyer... he could help us and give us good suggestions... we could go there newt week....
- No... tomorrow... please... tomorrow...
- Right, tomorrow... you have to find our wedding certificate... what else? ... I don’t think we need something else... eventually the lawyer will tell us... Mary... are you sure?
- Just till one hour ago I wasn’t ... but now I’m...
- Did you tell it your parents?
- No, I didn’t and I’ll tell them only at the end, only when everything will be set up... I don’t know what they could think about and this is not their problem, it’s something for us, only for us... My parents have nothing to do with the decision we just made... they will be grandparents we have to be parents, adoptive parents, yes, but always parents... we have to take care of the baby... they could help if they want to... but we have to keep everything back... not in order to deceive them but to preserve our own decision from everyone else... also from my parents... also form my sister... we got married to be really a new family... and we’ll be no matter problems, lawyers or whatever...
- Right... your eyes are flashing smiles all over... I think you’re happy today... but you have to consider that we only are going to start the procedures ... we will have many problems with that...
- No problem... me and Jack against the world... what’s the problem? No one could ever defeat us... isn’t it Jack?
- Yes, it is...
- You comes from monkey but you are a good person... my black bear who likes babies... I think this time we’ll succeed no matter how long it could take, no matter problems or whatever... we’ll succeed... yes it’s hard to take a baby, to get used to babysitting to caretaking, to do with lawyers and judges, with our parents, with whoever you want... but I’m sure, well’ succeed... I’m not saying I’ll succeed but just we’ll succeed... because I’m not alone, we are two... and I feel much stronger today just because I see that we are really a couple, we are two, but we are something more... a whitish plump lady and a black bear that comes form monkey can really be something more, something stronger, something better... I’m proud of you Jack!

Thursday, May 03, 2007

English and Italian proverbs about devil




ENGLISH AND ITALIAN PROVERBS ABOUT DEVIL




ENGLISH PROVERBS




Devil: an evil being, often represented in human form but with a tail and horns.


INFORMAL someone, especially a child, who behaves badly: Those little/young devils broke my window. Quei diavoletti mi hanno
rotto la finestra.



INFORMAL HUMOROUS a person who enjoys doing things people might disapprove of. "I'm going to wear a short black skirt and thigh-length boots." "Ooh, you devil!". Have another slice of cake - go on, be a devil!

INFORMAL used with an adjective to describe someone and express your opinion about something that has happened to them:

I hear you've got a new car, you lucky devil! Ho sento che hai preso una macchina nuova, sei un diavolo fortunato.

He's been ill for weeks, poor devil. E' stato malato per settimane, povero diavolo.

Devilment (devilry) Diavoleria behaviour that causes trouble but is usually intended to be playful or amusing: He's up to some kind of devilment again, I'll be bound. Si sta di nuovo combinando qualche diavoleria, ne sono certo.

Devilishly: Diabolicamente. That's a devilishly difficult question. E' una questione diabolicamente difficile

Devil-may-care
(se ne può impicciare il diavolo) not worrying or caring about the results of your actions: He has a rather devil-may-care attitude to his studies. Non ha assolutamente interesse ai suoi studi.

She-devil: Una diavolessa; a woman who is considered to be dangerous or evil

Better the devil you know (than the devil you don't). UK SAYING. Meglio il diavolo che conoci di quello che non conosci. said when you think it
is wiser to deal with someone familiar, although you do not like them, than to
deal with someone who you do not know, who might be worse.


Go to the devil OLD-FASHIONED, Andare (vai) al diavolo. something you say to someone annoying or bad to tell them to go away forever.

Speak/talk of the devil. Parli del diavolo... something you say when the person you were talking about appears unexpectedly:Did you hear what happened to Anna yesterday - oh, speak of the devil, here she is. Hai sentito che è successo ad Anna ieri? - oh, parli del diavolo... eccola.

What/where/how/why the devil OLD-FASHIONED INFORMALChe / dove / come / perché diavolo used to give emphasis to a
question:
What the devil are you doing? Che diavolo stai facendo?
Where the devil have you been? Dove diavolo sei stato?

Be between the devil and the deep blue sea. Stare tra il diavolo e il profondo mare blu. to have two choices but both of them are equally unpleasant or inconvenient.

(to) give the devil his due. Dare al diavolo quanto gli spetta said when you admit that someone you do not like or admire does have particular good qualities: I don't like the man but - give the devil his due - he works incredibly hard. Quell'uomo non mi piace ma - diamo al diavolo quanto gli
spetta - lavora in modo incredibilmente intenso.


The devil finds work for idle hands. SAYING Il diavolo trova il lavoro per mani non occupate. said to show that you believe people who have nothing to do are more likely to get into trouble or commit a crime.



ITALIAN PROVERBS



Avere un diavolo per capello = To have a devil each hair (be like a real bear, be irritable)

Avere una paura del diavolo = Be very dreaded


Fare l'avvocato del diavolo = Be the devil's advocate


Essere un buon diavolo
= Be a good person

Saperne una più del diavolo = To know a thing beyond the devil. To know a thing or two. To know always how to deal with everything.



La farina del diavolo va sempre in crusca = The devil's flour ends always in bran. Bad actions don't pay at all.


Se il diavolo ci mette la coda = if the devil puts his tail in (if things start to go badly because of something unexpected)



Il diavolo fa le pentole ma non i coperchi = the devil make pots but doesn't make lids. (you can do something bad but you can't hide it)


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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

ITALIAN PROVERBS


Today’s Italian proverbs



1) A caval donato con si guarda in bocca = You shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

caval donato = gift horse, something you got but didn’t deserve. guardare in bocca al cavallo = look in the mouth of the horse (because you can see how the horse is old looking his teeth. You are allowed to do such a thing when you are going to buy an horse, but you aren’t allowed when you got the horse as a gift). 2) Chi entra papa in conclave esce cardinale = Who goes pope in conclave comes out cardinal. Said to worn people not to be too much trustful in something that couldn’t happen.

3) Chi troppo in alto sal cade sovente precipitevolissimevolmente (Ludovico Ariosto 1474-1533) = Who goes up too much usualy falls down very quickly. Cardinal Ippolito d'Este, took the young poet under his patronage and appointed him one of the gentlemen of his household. Este compensated Ariosto poorly for his efforts. The only reward he gave the poet for Orlando Furioso, a piece dedicated to him, was the question, "Where did you find so many stupid stories, Master Ludovic?"

4) Chi va al mulino si infarina = Who goes to the flour mill gets floured.

5) Nel paese dei ciechi anche un guercio è re = In the country of blinds, the one who has a single eye is a king.

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Monday, April 30, 2007

ENGLISH ITALIAN STORIES ABOUT BEING TWO

INDEX of my stories about "BEING TWO"
(seven of them with English transalation: n. 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 68, 72)
INDICE delle "STORIE DI ESSERE IN DUE"


1 - Roberta : una fuga verso la libertà http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!332.entry
2 - Emma : una scoperta importante http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!336.entry
3 - Due pagine di diario : strani tradimenti http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!349.entry
4 - Dolores e Letizia : una famiglia http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!351.entry
5 - Dolores e Guido : incontri in albergo http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!352.entry
6 - Mici e luna piena : non essere in due http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!354.entry
7 - Solidarietà : lontano e vicino http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!362.entry
8 - Frammenti di un discorso amoroso : spirito romanesco http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!365.entry
9 - Paolo e Francesca : lucciole e lanterne http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!371.entry
10 - Fabrizio per sempre : adesso capisco http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!374.entry
11 - Una Signora : generazioni http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!378.entry
12 - Meglio soli... : il catorcio http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!380.entry
13 - Fuori dal coro : da blog a blog http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!386.entry
14 - Mezze cartucce : relitti http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!390.entry
15 - Una storia assurda : monogamia http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!391.entry
16 - Il Maestro e Lia : prove di scena http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!392.entry
17 - Nu Bravo guaglione : era il 30 http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!393.entry
18 - A ricreazione : conti e osti http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!394.entry
19 - Ritrovarsi : fedeltà e infedeltà http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!395.entry
20 - Partenze: sto aspettando http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!411.entry
21 - Controcorrente : vite d'artista http://esserein2.spaces.msn.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!421.entry
22 - Milano 1851 : una scelta difficile http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!424.entry
23 - Triangolo BDH : l'altro lato http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!426.entry
24 - Storia d'Amore : resistere http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!430.entry
25 - La gattara : la Eco-gattara http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!432.entry
26 - Figlio di separati : questioni legali http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!442.entry
27 - Poco importante : due più uno http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!449.entry
28 - Cena di lavoro : deboli e forti http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!451.entry
29 - In che senso? : tentennamenti http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!453.entry
30 - Enzo e Carmelina : ti ricordi... http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!456.entry
31 - Noi e gli altri : dialogo http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!459.entry
32 - E che vuoi fare : piano piano http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!462.entry
33 - Muro di gomma : noi due soli http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!465.entry
34 - A mia moglie : non ero innamorato http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!467.entry
35 - Se serve : poi ho capito http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!473.entry
36 - Il farfallone : peperoncino http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!475.entry
37 - Il lupo - basta! http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!477.entry
38 - Proviamoci - chiamala http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!483.entry
39 - Nonni e nipotini - pensionati e pensionandi http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!486.entry
40 - Mutuo soccorso - camomilla e musica http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!488.entry
41 - Vecchia Milano - lavorare http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!490.entry
42 - Top secret - il Fantasma http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!492.entry
43 - Matrimonio al tramonto - dovere e piacere http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!494.entry
44 - A Bottega - famo le serate http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!500.entry
45 - Apro io - papale papale http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!502.entry
46 - Amiche - sei sicura? http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!504.entry
47 - Natale - perché no? http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!507.entry
48 - I remember - Io ricordo - Absurd war - Guerra assurda (in English and in Italian) http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!511.entry
49- To marry - Sposarsi - The lady and the servant - La signora e la serva (in English and in Italian) http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!513.entry
50 - Private question - Questione privata - Flight to Philadelphia - Volo per Filadelfia (in English and in Italian) http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!515.entry
51 - The girlfriend - La fidanzata - Restart - Ricominciare (in English and in Italian) http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!517.entry
52 - My husband - Mio marito - Not so bad - Non c'è male (in English and in Italian) http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!521.entry
53 - Diario di Marlene - 30/9/1937 http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!535.entry
54 - San Valentino - Secondo posto http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!551.entry
55 - Ex - Tu non lo sai http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!558.entry
56 - Il signor X - Impiegati e pubblico http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!584.entry
57 - Martedì grasso - Io no! http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!591.entry
58 - Vecchi amici - Non è gran che http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!600.entry
59 - Perdere il treno - All'ultimo momento http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!603.entry
60 - Qualcosa da scoprire - Ricercatori http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!611.entry
61 - Pensaci Carmelina - Vecchi e amici http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!617.entry
62 - Maschietti e femminucce - Sono tutti uguali! http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!620.entry
63 - Una donna per amico - Va bene così http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!624.entry
64 - La vita e ... - Fasi http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!626.entry
65 - Erasmus - Mi fa ridere http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!629.entry
66 - Marziani - Tertii e Quartii http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!658.entry
67 - I piedi in testa - Scherzi telefonici http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!660.entry
68 - Friends and lovers - Amici e amanti - Everything to accept - Tutto da accettare (In English and in Italian) http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!669.entry
69 - La luce del sole - Rispetto http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!688.entry
70 - Figli niente - Una vita http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!695.entry
71 - Codici e manuali - Giovani marmotte http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!699.entry
72 - Optimism - Ottimismo - Before and after - Prima e dopo (in English and in Italian) http://esserein2.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D0422B323B467F33!701.entry

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OPTIMISM - OTTIMISMO


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OPTIMISM
April 2005
- Carefully, or at least quite carefully... never let people know too much... to avoid harsh, unpleasant, unkind, cruel or simply unnecessary criticism... People aren’t really interested in you but in chatting about you, just to judge you... people aren’t interested, they are nosy, smiling but nosy... They don’t aim to listen to you but to label you, to range you, and to be labelled means be targeted, and undergo an harsh criticism, targeted specifically at you, it isn’t matter of being brave or of being proud...
- But why are you so cruel against people? ... How many potential friends could I find among them? ... and all my friends... didn’t I find them among the people? People aren’t finally so bad as you like picture them... I’m an optimist... perhaps too much an optimist... but I think that without people... life is even worst... we can also talk about people among ourselves for a while, it could be useful... but real people is much more interesting... what do you think about getting a smile that someone flashes to you? ... Sometimes I got such flashing smiles... and it was non so bad... why would I be afraid to say what I think? ... I think they would never damage me... what do they could gain from such a thing? I think people is much better abroad than here in that old town, where nothing happens.... never... When I was in Paris... What a wonderful life! Paris is life, light, love... everything... I’m always looking forward I’m definitely a forward-looking... and I’m looking forward to going back to Paris... my dream-town... culture, music, love, friends, freedom ... what a beautiful city...
- Would you like to go back to Paris just now?
- No... I have something to fulfil, I’d rather go in August... and you can take it for granted... I’ll never go back home... étudiant al Sorbonne, vivre ma liberté sans aucun regret... But you aren’t able to understand... isn’t it ?
- Not exactly... perhaps you could also be right... I know very well... I think that life is yours and you have to, perhaps you must, choose whatever you like, you must live the way you like, at least to avoid regrets... I don’t tell you that you have to delay you life till another time... my God!... no!... it could be a terrible choice... only be careful... that’s all... You have your friends over there... very good... friends are friends, but people aren’t friends...
- You’re right to warn me against people... but, you know it very well, there is something that warns me every time... it’s the reason for suspects on people surrounding me, and it's also the reason of my love for my friends. Don’t worry my optimism is hold back by my brain...
- Yeah... really... I think you are right, and finally you’re not so much an optimist as you like to look.
August 2006
- I’m so glad to see you back home... how are you?
- Very good and you?
- Quite well... can’t complain... but you’re perfectly in shape... It’s the air of Paris, isn’t it? When have you to get back there?
- Just at the beginning of October... I have my time to spend here... then I have to get back... Paris is a big city... but sometimes when I’m there I feel sad, inadequate, lonely, betrayed by everyone... yes there are friends... but perhaps I had dreamed a lot about them but they didn’t do the same... We go for a pizza on the Saturday evening, we chat a lot but about nothing, we are friends but everyone keeps going on his own way... this one is going to become a doctor and speaks only about hospitals and nurses, that one is going to became an building engineer and speaks only about buildings, bridges, roofs, reinforced concrete... and so on... and I? What could I speak about? Yes, economics, stock exchange, industrial shares end so on, perhaps also about music... but they aren’t used to listen to my music, the like only their music, and then what else? ... Yes poetry, songs and so on... but they like different books, different poems... each one keeps going only thinking about himself... perhaps I do the same, but I would never have realized that... what does it mean the word “friends”? Which is the difference between friends and people? I think that if there is any difference it’s not a big difference. I’d like to find something else... but what have I to tell you? Nothing here, nothing neither over there... Paris is only Paris not heaven... Can I ask you something?
- Whatever you like...
- Why didn’t you send me a letter? ... no... no letters, no MSN calls, not even an e-mail... we where friends don’t you remember?
- No, you are wrong, not we were but we are friends... But what would I have done? ... you too knew that we are friends... that’s all...
- Good, right... no answer... ok... my fault... I wouldn’t have asked... sorry... Well... better I tray to change topic... What did you do all this time long?
- Nothing important... really...
- Yeah... but how did you spend your time: working? reading? travelling? what else?
- Waiting... just waiting...
- And waiting what for? ... oh... perhaps I understand... mh... at least you don’t waste words... and the real life?
- Quite good... nothing to complain about...
- You aren’t very loquacious...
- No... but really I kept on doing the same things, nothing to talk about...
- And what did you think about?
- Another question to bypass...
- Problems? Something doesn’t work fine? Health problems?
- No, really not big problems, just little things, nothing to worry about...
- And what else?
- You are very nosy! I’ll keep it to myself! ... And what did you do in Paris? Have you been studying hard or what else?
- No... another question to skip... what a wonderful conversation...
- Can I ask you another question?
- Of course...
- Are you happy?
- Terrible... happy?... what a strange word... I think I need something else, it’s not a matter of Paris or whatever... sometimes you feel better but sometimes you feel terrible... Paris was a good dream when I was here but to come back here was a dream when a was in Paris... yeah... studying, working hard, books, everything help to keep the bad thoughts away... but to be happy is a very different thing... you could never be happy being alone... even when you have a lot of friends... do you understand?
- Yeah... you’re right... as usually, you’re right... I would ask another question but it’s too much private...
- What about?
- About love...
- Love... mh... do you think it really exists? ... I’m very perplexed... can you love yourself and love someone else at the same time? Is it possible to put together love and strength to build a professional future? ... Love and art? Love and music? To fall in love your soul must be free and you must cast aside all your projects, get rid of yourself... is it possible?
- Big problem indeed...
- What do you think about?
- I think love is possible...
- Really?
-Yes really... probably not what you can read in novels... no, something much simpler...
- But you must find someone who could live with you... who would like to live with you... love without living together doesn’t even exist...
- Perhaps... but I think it could exist all the same... clearly something different from the classical model of love... something according to your own model of love not to the general one...
- But it would be something weakest, not strong enough to work... The probability that such a love could really exist is fairly weak... Perhaps if I had been seeing someone over a year now... it could be love... love need presence...
- Probably...
- And you? What about love?
- Nothing you don’t know yet...
- Yeah... you’re right... love... what a strange word... perhaps I have a lot to learn about love... Can I really experiment something that is really love? Or I’ll only pretend to see somewhere love flashes in order to feel alive? Could I only pretend to play a role that involves something similar to love, just to keep away from loneliness and desperation? … Is there any difference, on the side of the beloved person, between loving and pretending to love? Love isn’t something emotional, love is a duty, something that consists in acting like you where in love… is there any difference between loving and acting like you where loving someone? And really I think there isn’t any difference at all… if loving consists in doing everything with enthusiasm and participation in order to let someone feel beloved … and acting like you where loving someone consists in doing exactly the same things because of duty…
- Yeah… perhaps it’s true… I’m confused, I don’t know what to say… it seams to me a little strange... no… nothing strange… love isn’t strange… or love is always strange… I don’t know... but it’s very hard to know what love is.
- I don’t know what to say... I’m really perplexed... probably you are right or I can’t even feel something similar to love... because I’m too much deep in my thoughts... too much selfish... I’m pretending that I could love someone but perhaps I’m very far from all this... I thought it also by myself... in Paris... well... and then? What to do next? ... so are things... good... I only have to accept... I can’t change anything.
- I think you can... something at least... certainly you can...
- I don’t understand... is there something I missed?
- No... but I have to ask a question...
- Go ahead...
- Is there something or someone you need badly?
- Something or someone I need badly? What does it mean? What’s the meaning of such a question? Why did you ask? ... I don’t know... need someone badly... probably I never experienced such things... someone to wait for... someone to consider more important than myself, someone to hag, to build life together...
- ... someone to let go... I’ll ask just another question... are you worried about life to come?
- Worried? Not really... nothing to worry about, but I’m worried that I couldn’t even find anything not only to worry about, but also to live for... I’m worried about the emptiness of my life to come... to find a job, to make money, probably such things will succeed, will arrive... but I don’t think I’ll be very happy because of such things... I need something else... What do you think? Will I ever be happy?
- I think yes...
- As usually you’re saving words... isn’t it?
- Not saving but selecting...
- Then you aren’t completely sincere...
- No... I’m not pretending or lying... I would never deceive you or keep the truth hidden from you for my own advantage...
- I know very well that I can take that for granted, but you suppose I’m not able to understand everything ... isn’t it?
- No... I think you have to take your time and my thoughts are no more than mine... and we have to talk about things not about thoughts... I have to keep for myself what I’m uncertain of myself... I have to tell you what I think could really help... You’ll go back to Paris and you’ll find there everything you need, love, friends, job and whatever... that’s your future... you have a future waiting for you, you deserve it... and your future will come soon with everything you need to be happy...
- Really?
- Yeah... I’m sure.
- And will you drop me a line once in a while?
- I promise... I’ll do.
- What time is it?
- Quarter past nine...
- Now I have to go... I have a lot of things to do... I’ll try to call all my friends... perhaps we could go for a pizza...
- Oh ... very well... see you soon... it was a pleasure... bye.

OTTIMISMO
Aprile 2005

- Prudentemente, o almeno abbastanza prudentemente... non lasciare mai che la gente sappia troppo... per evitare critiche acide, sgradevoli, maleducate, crudeli, o semplicemente non necessarie... la gente non è realmente interessata a te ma a chiacchierare su di te, solo per giudicarti, la gente non è interessata, è impicciona, sorridente a ficcanaso... Il loro scopo non è ascoltarti ma etichettarti, classificarti, ed essere etichettati significa essere presi di mira e dovere subire critiche acide, indirizzate specificamente contro di te, non è questione di essere coraggiosi o orgogliosi...
- Ma perché sei così crudele contro la gente? ... Quanti amici potenziali potrei trovare tra la gente?
... e tutti i miei amici... non li ho trovati in mezzo alla gente? La gente non è poi così cattiva come a te piace descriverla... Io sono un ottimista, forse troppo ottimista... ma io credo che senza la gente... la vita sarebbe anche peggiore... noi possiamo anche parlare della gente tra noi, per un po’, potrebbe essere utile, ma la gente vera è molto più interessante... che pensi di quando si avverte il sorriso che qualcuno ti lancia? ... Qualche volta ho avvertito dei sorrisi cos’ fulminanti... e non è stato così male... perché dovrei preoccuparmi di dire quello che penso? ... Penso che non mi farebbero mai del male... che cosa potrebbero guadagnarci da una cosa simile? Penso che la gente sia molto migliore all’estero che qui, in questa vecchia città dove non succede nulla... mai... Quando stavo a Parigi ... Che bella città! Parigi è vita, luce, amore... tutto... Io guardo sempre in avanti, sono proprio uno che vive di aspettative... e io aspetto di tornare a Parigi... la città dei miei sogni... cultura, musica, amore, amici, libertà... che città meravigliosa...
- Vorresti tornare a Parigi subito, adesso?
- No... ho qualcosa da completare, ci andrò piuttosto in Agosto... ed è certo che non tornerò mai a casa... étudiant al Sorbonne, vivre ma liberté sans aucun regret... Ma tu non puoi capire, non è vero?
- Non esattamente... forse potresti anche avere ragione... lo so bene... io credo che la vita sia la tua e tu dovresti, o meglio devi, scegliere qualunque cosa ti piaccia, scegliere di vivere nel modo che vuoi tu, almeno per evitare rimpianti... Non ti dico che dovresti rinviare la tua vita fino ad un’altro tempo... Dio mio!... no!... potrebbe essere una scelta terribile... solo fai attenzione... questo è tutto... Hai i tuoi amici lì... molto bene... gli amici sono amici, ma la gente non è fatta di amici...
- Hai ragione quando mi metti in guardia rispetto alla gente, ma tu lo sai bene c’è qualcosa che mi mette in allarme ogni volta, è la ragione dei sospetti sulla gente che mi sta intorno, ed è anche la ragione dell’amore per i miei amici. Non temere, il mio ottimismo è tenuto a freno dal mio cervello...
- Bene... davvero... penso che tu abbia ragione, e poi tu non sei poi così tanto ottimista quanto ti piace apparire.
Agosto 2006
- Sono così contento di vederti di nuovo a casa... come va?
- Molto bene e tu?
- Abbastanza bene... non mi posso lamentare... ma sei in perfetta forma... E’ l’aria di Parigi, non è vero? Quando ci devi tornare?
- Solo all’inizio di Ottobre... Ho un po’ di tempo da spendere qui... e poi devo tornare... Parigi è una grande città... ma qualche volta quando sto lì, mi sento triste, inadeguato, solo, tradito da tutti... sì, ci sono gli amici... ma forse avevo sognato molto su di loro ma loro non avevano fatto lo stesso... Andiamo a prendere una pizza il sabato pomeriggio, possiamo parlare molto ma di nulla, siamo amici, ma ognuno continua a tirare dritto per la sua strada... quello sta per diventare dottore e parla solo di ospedali e di infermiere, quell’altro sta per diventare ingegnere civile e parla solo di palazzi, di ponti, di tetti, di cemento armato e così via... e io? Di che cosa potrei parlare? Sì, di economia, di borsa, di azioni industriali ecc. ecc., forse pure di musica... ma loro non sono abituati ad ascoltare la mia musica, a loro piace solo la loro musica, e poi che altro? ... Sì, la poesia, le canzoni ecc. ecc. ... ma a loro piacciono altri libri, altre poesie, ognuno va avanti continuando a pensar a se stesso... forse io faccio lo stesso, ma non vorrei mai averlo capito... che cosa significa la parola “amici”? Qual’è la differenza tra gli amici e la gente? Io penso che se c’è qualche differenza non è una grossa differenza. Mi piacerebbe trovare qualche altra cosa... ma che ti devo dire? Niente qui e niente nemmeno lì... Parigi è solo Parigi, non è il paradiso... Ti posso chiedere una cosa?
- Tutto quello che vuoi...
- Perché non mi hai mandato una lettera? ... no... niente lettere, niente chiamate MSM, nemmeno una e-mail... noi eravamo amici, non te lo ricordi?
- No, ti sbagli, non noi eravamo ma noi siamo amici... Ma che avrei dovuto fare? ... Anche tu sapevi che noi siamo amici... tutto qui...
- Bene, giusto... nessuna risposta... ok, colpa mia... non avrei dovuto chiederlo, scusa... Bene... è meglio che provo a cambiare argomento... Che hai fatto per tutto questo tempo?
- Niente di importante... veramente...
- Sì, ma come hai passato il tempo: lavorando? leggendo? viaggiando? Che altro?
- Aspettando... solo aspettando...
- E aspettando che cosa? oh... forse ho capito... mh... almeno non sprechi le parole... e la vita reale?
- Abbastanza bene, niente di cui debba lamentarmi...
- Non sei molto loquace...
- No, ma veramente ho continuato a fare le stesse cose, non vale la pena di parlarne...
- E a che hai pensato?
- Un’altra domanda da evitare...
- Problemi? Qualche cosa che non va bene? Problemi di salute?
- No, veramente niente problemi grossi, solo piccole cose, niente di preoccupante...
- E che altro?
- Sei troppo curioso! Me lo terrò per me! ... E che hai fatto a Parigi? hai studiato molto o che altro?
- No... un’altra domanda da evitare... che bella conversazione...
- Ti posso fare un’altra domanda?
- Certo...
- Sei felice?
- Terribile... felice? ... che strana parola... credo di avere bisogno di qualcos’altro, non è questione di Parigi o di quello che vuoi tu... qualche volta ti senti meglio ma qualche volta ti senti malissimo... Parigi era una bel sogno quando stavo qui, ma tornare qua era un sogno quando stavo a Parigi... sì, studiare, lavorare sodo, libri, ogni cosa aiuta a tenere lontano i cattivi pensieri... ma essere felice è un’altra cosa, non potresti mai essere felice quando sei solo... anche quando hai tanti amici... mi capisci?
- Sì... hai ragione... come sempre, hai ragione... Vorrei farti un’altra domanda ma è troppo privata...
- Su che cosa?
- Sull’amore...
- L’amore... mh... ma credi che esista veramente? ... Io sono molto perplesso... puoi amare te stesso e amare nello stesso tempo un’altra persona? E’ possibile mettere insieme amore e sforzo per costruire un futuro professionale? ... Amore e arte? Amore e musica? Per innamorarsi la tua anima deve essere libera e devi mettere da parte tutti i tuoi progetti e liberarti di te stesso... ma è possibile?
- E’ veramente un grosso problema...
- E tu che ne pensi?
- Io credo che l’amore sia possibile...
- Veramente?
- Sì, veramente... forse non quello che puoi leggere nei romanzi... no, qualcosa di molto più semplice...
- Ma tu devi trovare una persona che possa vivere con te... una persona che voglia vivere con te, l’amore senza vivere insieme non esiste nemmeno...
- Forse... ma io credo che potrebbe esistere lo stesso... chiaramente qualcosa di diverso dal classico modello d’amore, qualcosa di simile al tuo modello d’amore, non a quello generale...
- Ma sarebbe qualcosa di debolissimo, non abbastanza forte da potere funzionare... La probabilità che un amore simile possa realmente esistere è piuttosto debole... Forse se avessi visto una persona per un anno... potrebbe essere amore... l’amore ha bisogno di presenza...
- Probabilmente...
- E tu? Che mi dici quanto all’amore?
- Niente che tu non conosca già...
- Sì... hai ragione... l’amore... che strana parola... forse ho molto da imparare sull’amore... Posso provare veramente qualcosa che è vero amore? O fingerò soltanto di vedere lampi d’amore da qualche parte per sentirmi vivo? Potrei solo fingere di giocare un ruolo che implica qualcosa di simile all’amore, solo per tenermi lontano dalla solitudine e dalla disperazione? ... C’è qualche differenza, dalla parte della persona amata, tra amare e fingere di amare? L’amore non è qualcosa di emozionale, l’amore è un dovere, qualcosa che consiste nell’agire come se tu fossi innamorato... c’è qualche differenza tra amare e agire come se tu fossi innamorato di qualcuno? Io penso che non ci sia proprio nessuna differenza... se amare consiste nel fare qualunque cosa con entusiasmo e partecipazione in modo che qualcuno possa sentirsi amato... agire come se tu fossi innamorato di qualcuno consiste nel fare esattamente le stesse cose per dovere...
- Sì... forse è vero... sono confuso... non so che dire... mi sembra un po’ strano... no, niente di strano... l’amore non è strano... o l’amore è sempre strano ... non lo so... ma è molto difficile sapere che cosa sia l’amore.
- Non so che dire... sono veramente perplesso... forse hai ragione oppure io non posso nemmeno provare qualcosa di simile all’amore... perché sono troppo sprofondato nei miei pensieri... troppo egoista... sto fingendo di poter amare qualcuno ma forse sono troppo lontano da queste cose... ci ho pensato anche da solo... a Parigi... bene... e poi? Che fare dopo? ... le cose stanno così... bene... devo solo accettarle... non posso cambiare nulla.
- Penso che tu possa... almeno qualche cosa... certamente puoi...
- Non capisco... c’è qualcosa che non ho considerato?
- No... ma devo farti una domanda...
- Dimmi...
- C’è qualcosa o qualcuno di cui tu abbia veramente bisogno?
- Qualcosa o qualcuno di cui io abbia veramente bisogno? Ma che significa? Qual’è il significato di una domanda del genere? Perché me lo chiedi? ... non lo so... avere bisogno disperato di qualcuno... probabilmente non ho mai provato cose del genere... qualcuno da aspettare... qualcuno da considerare più importante di me stesso, qualcuno da abbracciare, qualcuno per costruirci una vita insieme...
- ... qualcuno da lasciare andare... Ti farò solo un’altra domanda... sei preoccupato della vita che verrà?
- Preoccupato? Veramente no... non c’è nulla di cui preoccuparsi, ma sono preoccupato del fatto che non solo potrei non trovare qualcosa di cui preoccuparmi, ma nemmeno qualcosa per cui vivere... sono preoccupato del fatto che la mia vita, in prospettiva, è vuota... trovare un lavoro, fare un po’ di quattrini, probabilmente queste cose succederanno, arriveranno, ma io non credo che sarò felice per queste cose... ho bisogno di qualche altra cosa... Che ne pensi? Sarò mai felice?
- Credo di sì...
- Come fai sempre, stai risparmiando le parole... non è così?
- Non risparmiando ma scegliendo...
- Quindi non sei completamente sincero...
- No... non sto fingendo o dicendo bugie... Non ti ingannerei mai e non ti nasconderei mai la verità per mio interesse...
- So molto bene che posso darlo per scontato, ma tu supponi che io non sia capace di capire tutto, non è così?
- No... Penso che debba prenderti il tuo tempo e che i miei pensieri non sono che miei... e noi dobbiamo parlare di cose e non di pensieri... Devo tenere per me quello di cui sono incerto io stesso... ti devo dire quello che penso posa veramente essere utile... Te ne tornerai a Parigi e troverai lì tutto quello di cui hai bisogno, amore, amici, lavoro, qualunque cosa... quello è il tuo futuro... hai un futuro che ti aspetta, te lo meriti... e il tuo futuro arriverà presto, con tutto quello che serve per essere felice...
- Veramente?
- Sì... ne sono sicuro.
- E mi scriverai una riga una volta ogni tanto?
- Lo prometto... lo farò.
- Che ore sono?
- Le nove e un quarto.
- Adesso devo andare... ho una marea di cose da fare... cercherò di chiamare tutti gli amici... forse possiamo andare a prendere una pizza...
- Oh... molto bene... ci vediamo presto... è stato un piacere... ciao.

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Friday, April 27, 2007

English and Italian proverbs


English proverbs.


The early bird catches the worm. L’uccello mattiniero cattura il verme. Said to advise someone that they will gain an advantage if they do something immediately or before anyone else does it.


Don't count your chickens before they're hatched. Non contare le tue galline prima che abbiano rotto l’uovo. Said to emphasize that you cannot depend on something happening before it has happened.

When in Rome do as the Romans. Quando stai a Roma fai come i romani.

You can't have your cake and eat it. Non puoi tenerti la torta e mangiartela. To have or do two things at the same time that are impossible to have or do at the same time. If you want more local services, you can't expect to pay less tax.

To pass the hot potato. Passare la patata bollente. (a hot potato is anything that is controversial)

To walk on eggshells. Camminare sulle uova. (to be careful what you say for fear of offending someone who is sensitive to certain things).

A case of apples and oranges. Una cassetta di mele e arance. If someone compares two situations, to prove a point, but you think it is not a valid comparison because the two situations are different, you say that it is a case of "apples and oranges". For example if a small child says that he should be allowed to smoke because his mother does, the mother could say it is a case of apples and oranges.
To kill two birds with one stone.
Prendere due piccioni con una fava
(to catch two pigeons with a single broad bean). That is, any single action which accomplishes two things instead of just one.


Italian proverbs.


Cogliere qualcuno con le mani nel sacco = Catch someone with his hands in the bag (doing something he wouldn’t have done).
Fare il pesce in barile
= Act as fish in barrel (to pretend you don’t know anything when you know very well).
Fare orecchio da mercante
= To have a merchant ear (to forget easily everything you don’t like).
Fare l’Indiano
= Act like an Indian (to pretend not to understand and not to know).
Fare il farfallone = Act as a big (male) butterfly (to be always available for the women).
Dare a qualcuno filo da torcere
= Give someone thread to twist (give someone problems or very difficult things to do).
Mettere la ciliegina sulla torta
= To put he little cherry on the top of the cake (to perfect to complete).
Avere l’acqua alla gola
= To have the water to the throat (to be in a very bad situation).
Avere le mani bucate
= To have the hands pierced (with big holes). (To waste money).
Avere fegato = To have liver (Be brave, intrepid).
Essere di polso
= To be “of wrist” (in order to guide horses). (Be imperative, rigid, dominant).
In gamba =
On leg (clever, as you have to be).
Un pugno nell’occhio = A fist in the eye (something that sounds very strange and inappropriate).
Dimmi con chi vai e ti diró chi sei = Tell me with whom you go and I will tell you who you are. Like in English: A man is known by the company he keeps; or: Birds of a feather flock together.


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some typical Italian expressions

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texts. If you can do it you have to check my main site in Italian http://xoomer.alice.it/eventually

You could find over there a lot of texts about the couple life. My main site is “ESSERE IN DUE” that means “to be two”. I posted over there 71 short stories about couple life. I chose a simple kind of language, the typical spoken Italian language, very different from the book or classroom language. This kind of language could help you to learn how people usually speak Italian. We use a lot of typical expressions. You use to say “It rains cats and dogs”, we would never say “Piovono cani e gatti” but “Piove a catinelle” (catinella = basin). And now some typical expressions.


Cogliere qualcuno con le mani nel sacco
= Catch someone with his hands in the bag (doing something he wouldn’t have done).


Fare il pesce in barile
= Act as fish in barrel (to pretend you don’t know anything when you know very well).


Fare orecchie da mercante
= To have a merchant ear (to forget easily everything you don’t like).


Fare l’Indiano
= Act like an Indian (to pretend not to understand and not to know).


Fare il farfallone
= Act as a big (male) butterfly (to be always available for the women).


Dare a qualcuno filo da torcere
= Give someone thread to twist (give someone problems or very difficult things to do).


Mettere la ciliegina sulla torta
= To put he little cherry on the top of the cake (to perfect to complete).


Avere l’acqua alla gola
= To have the water to the throat (to be in a very bad situation).


Avere le mani bucate
= To have the hands pierced (with big holes). (To waste money).


Avere fegato
= To have liver (Be brave, intrepid).


Essere di polso
= To be “of wrist” (in order to guide horses). (Be imperative, rigid, dominant).


In gamba
= On leg (clever, as you have to be).


Un pugno nell’occhio
= A fist in the eye (something that sounds very strange and inappropriate).

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

English Italian Forum

Another sample from my English-Italian Forum

in Inglese,

Ho fatto che cosa hai voluto. =I did what you wanted

Che pensi? =What do you think (obviously.. about my avatar)

(Ho parlato corretto?) = Did I say it right?

That is what I was trying to say in Italian, with a lot of mistakes, obviously.

Anyway, ciao for now. Hopefully it won’t be long until I can return.
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Hallo Tom,

I hope you’ll come back soon. Just a little grammatical thing to let you understand exactly the Italian use.

I did what you wanted = (io) ho fatto quello che (tu) hai voluto

In English only a single word: "what"; in Italian two different words: "quello che".

According to the Italian structure. there are two different sentences:

1) ho fatto quello: subject “io”=”I”; object “quello” = “that thing” [dimostrative pronoun used as object of “I did”];

2) che tu hai voluto (relative sentense: subject “tu”=”you”; object “che”=” which” [relative pronoun used like object of “you wanted”]).

You in English use “what” for both functions (object of “I did” and object of “you wanted”), we in Italian use two different pronouns (quello [dimostrative], che [relative]) end if you would translate exactly according to the Italian structure you would translate like this:

io ho fatto quello che tu hai voluto = I did that (thing) which you wanted (terrible English but exacly like Italian structure).
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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Gandalf - Gandolfo


Here you have a sample of a real posts on my English-Italian discussion board

Hallo Tom,
can I ask you a little thing? Is this avatar your usual avatar? As I can see from the post of Andrea your avatar represents Gandalf (from “The Lord of the Rings”). I have to tell you I’m not really such deep in Lord of the Rings problems and I would newer identify the character in your avatar.
Gandalf is a German noun Latinized into Gandulfus. Usually Longobards (German people that occupied Italy from 568 and 774 a. C. and ruled an important kingdom with capital Pavia) formed their names, German style, putting together two different nouns, this way, from “GAND” = “MAGIC WAND” + “WULFA”=”WOLF”, comes “GANDWULF” Latinized into “GANDULFUS”. Nowadays the Pope has his summer palace in Castel Gandolfo... a beautiful place by the lake of Albano. The papal palace was built where many centuries before was built a castle of the GANDOLFI family, an ancient Italian family of Longobard origin. The noun “Gandulfus” is present in Italy from the VIII century on.

Ciao Tom,
Ti posso chiedere una piccola cosa? Questo è il tuo avatar usuale? Come posso vedere dal post di Andrea, il tuo avatar rappresenta Gandalf (de “Il Signore degli Anelli”). Ti devo dire che non sono realmente molto addentro ai problemi del Signore degli Anelli e non avrei mai riconosciuto il personaggio nel tuo avatar. Gandalf è un nome germanico latinizzato il Gandulfus. Normalmente i Longobardi (un popolo tedesco che occupò l’Italia dal 568 al 774 dopo Cristo e governò un importante regno con capitale Pavia) formavano i loro nomi, alla maniera tedesca, mettendo insieme due diversi nomi, in questo modo, da “GAND” = “MAGIC WAND” + “WULFA”=”WOLF”, deriva “GANDWULF” latinizzato in “GANDULFUS”. Ai nostri giorni il Papa ha la sua residenza estiva a Castel Gandolfo... una bella località presso il lago di Albano. Il palazzo papale fu costruito dove, molti secoli prima, era stato costruito un castello della famiglia GANDOLFI, una antica famiglia italiana di origini longobarde. Il nome “Gandulfus” è presente in Italia a partire dall’VIII secolo.
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