Vote for me

People I Know think that I've an easy way to approach life and his trouble. They say I am very superficial that is I approach everything like it happens to someone else. So since there are a lot of people saying this thing I suppose this should be true. The real problem is that some of them think it is a fault as I think this is a real value, a great value.
There is people learning a lot of songs from memory. I envy them, I think they are great. I listen to a lot of songs instead, I don't know their lyrics, I don't want to learn it so well to be able to sing that song exectly how the original singer sing it. I don't want. I am superficial, I am lazy i prefer to sing it how I feel it using a paper with the words. Why using memory when i can use a paper?
Meanwhile you learn from memory the lyrics of a song I've listened to one hundred songs. Do I prefer quantity instead of quality? Maybe is it a fault? Ok, you can say that is a telltale sign of my way to approach life, whit no intensity, having no care to the real important thing. Probably you're right but rather I think that this is a way to knowing much more thing so to have a bird's-eye view. I think that the specialization make stupid, that is very intelligent in our scope but completely idiot in what regard other aspects. That's don't means that knoweldge is vain but that's the reason why exists the politician.
So this the real problem of our life there are too people that know a thing in detail but then they don't know how to place it in the real life. The real problem is that these persons manage State, Religion, Multinational company and so on. This is a real danger they are able to destroy the world because they see a little detail and they forget to look at all. So if you'd have to vote to a person to become premier ask him if he kwow songs by heart. If he answer "yes" don't vote to him!
Vote for me I know no songs by heart!

Commas

I'm very puzzled about the use of commas in direct speech in English:
"Curiosity killed the cat," said the mouse, "and it's raining cats".

While in Italian, you would write:
"Curiosity killed the cat", said the mouse, "and it's raining cats".

But why English people is so obsessed with cats, puzzles me more.

May I look at you?

During a normal conversation I make a lot of grammatic mistake expecially when I speak with a girl pointing his eyes into mine, much more hard if she's dressing a tiny shirt showing much more then it covers. So I prefer to write to her. When I write a letter I can read it and then read it again and then read it again till I don't remember anymore why I'm writing a letter and especially to whom. So all the paper I've used to write become my personal archive for my future writing.
But coming back to the real scope of this post when I talk to a girl I have two problems. The first one is that I make a lot of mistakes the second one is that I'm not able to look at her without give a look to her breasts. This is not a good thing, I means. It Is just like a girl talking with me continue to look at my pot-belly. After two or three peep I begin to cover it using pillows, sweaters and everithing i can put on my tummy. But women don't do that they are more ruthless.
At the first glance they assume indifference, at the second look indifference become embarassement but a little voice in their mind say "you love me, pig", at the third look they close the neckline with a rapid move comunicating to you that the show is end and if you want to look again you must pay the ticket that generally in your mind means: dinner, assorted jewels, parents, marriage, and then, perhaps, a litte possibility to give another look to their incredible breasts, in theirs mind maybe not but you know it never.

You really look like an English!

Since I was a child, I have always been meeting people telling me: "You look like an English!".
It was partly because of my white complexion I think or my blonde long hair and partly because of my attitude in life.

When I was in Northern Ireland, collecting books and info for my thesis, a professor of the Faculty of Science, breaking into the room where I was talking to the secretary, said "I know there are two Italian girls here!". He shook my hand vigourously and he added: "Your friend looks like a Spanish, but you do look like an Irish!"

Last but not least, two friends of mine who, I suppose, have never been to UK, told me that "with your detached attitude in life" and "with your pale yellow dress and your bag, here, in the wood", ... well I looked like an English.

But what does to look like an English exactly mean?

I miss you so

The fact is that English is a wonderful language: short sentences, short words, many less words in the English dictionary if compared to the Italian one.
So every English word carries in itself a wider range of meaning. Your fantasy and your senses open to a scented and coloured flower of meanings.

If I say:

Mi manchi tanto

the words are plain, the sentence is plain and the recurrence of mmnn makes me think of a mum who is missing her child very much. It's a childish thing.

But if I say:

I miss you so

the subjects are explicitated. I and You: there are two persons and they are separated by the word miss, so that you immediately think about a male and a female who are dying to be together again. I -miss- you. No mmnn to make the sentence plain as if in a sort of complain. Now there's rhythm, there's energy, there's desire.
And then there is the sighing of the desire: so. I miss you so.
So remains suspended, it's pronunciated with two forced vowels, it's not plain.
And it stays there, without a conclusion, without a word which could complete and put to an end the tension of the suspended sentence.

I miss you so.

That's why English is a wonderful language.

Sorry for my poor english

The problem is that I don't know english very well so I could have thousands of things to tell you but I know few words to explain everything is in my mind.
In italian I know a lot of of words, so if i want to say to a young girl how is beautiful I can speak for hours and I'm sure to tell her exactly what I want to say (*) but if I have to speak not using Italian but using English everything become very hard to do unless the person in front of me is imaginary.
If she is imaginary I can use words that seems english to talk with her and if a word or a phrase don't arrive in my mind I can use the Englitalian, for example instead of "What time is it?" I can say "What or is it?" where or is a Englitalian way to say "ora", "time".
So there are fantastic dialogs in my mind between me and Catherine Zeta-Jones, for example, and I tell her "You are beautiful your skin is so morbid and your lip kiss me like a lacrim in the rain" and she tell me: "Oh Marco you are so strong and your mind pien of ideas and you string my hands so tenerament and I strugg for you". The Englitalian consists to say the unkown word in italian without the last letter, for example if you have to say "Church", in italian "Chiesa" you can say "Chies".
Obviously the dialog is between you and an imaginary person because if you talk with a real person you can see a lot of funny expressions of his face and if she is a girl and you want (how do you say when you want to have a meeting with a young girl but you don't want to receive form her a hit on the face... a thank you) to flirt with her this is at least embarrassing.
So if you look at a man seated alone in a bar drinking a pint of beer speaking alone probably he is me speaking in Englitalian with Catherine Zeta-Jones or Angiolina Jolie and if a young girl approach him and he become to pretend to be dumb this one really I am.

(*) To tell the truth this happen when I speak in Italian too but this is another story to tell.

Every Night

Lesson Nr° 1

+Sorry this is the station?
-No it isin't, this is the post office. The station is across the street.
+Thank you
-Are you english?
+No I'm an american
-Good Morning
+Good Morning

Doubts

Roy Lichtenstein

The morning began with a thin and thick rain and the doctor shaving in the bathroom and singing "Heidi" with scrambled and humorous lyrics.
But I had a doubt that prevented me from sleeping that night: are we really sure that alsoittina is coming in the right place?