Long Distance Love

Pros:
- no day-to-day routine
- one always shows his/her best side
- the distance keeps the desire to see each other alive
- it’s a mind thing that doesn’t (or shouldn’t) affect the real life, after all

Cons:
- lacks of physical contact
- misunderstandings and quarrels cannot be solved with an eye contact
- betrayal from one side or another can be easily carried on

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That silk light, that shining dress

When you know someone for the first time and you like him/her very much, it's like he/she's covered with a silk light and a shining dress.

As time goes by, that silk light and that shining dress fade and he/she looks like someone you already know: not bad, not good, often, but nothing special.

But when he/she keeps on being covered with a silk light and a shining dress, does it mean you're in love?

Double Future

English Language is always logic. Much more logic than Italian.
But if there's one English grammar rule that I don' understand, it's the "doppio futuro" rule.

If it rains, I'll take the umbrella
(present tense - future tense)

Se pioverà, prenderò l'ombrello
(future tense - future tense).

What's the logic that is under the double future rule?
Because it's logic that I'm referring to a certain moment in the future, that I'll take the umbrella, when it will rain, not when it rains.

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But.. if

But if the ingredients are still on the shelf, how can I eat the cake?

And if the rasperries are still in the wood, how can I put my fingers in the jam?

But if the corn is still in the field, how can I make my bread?

So: if I haven't took off yet, how can I land with my heavy load?

And are we sure, but really sure, that I'm doing the right thing?

What would I do..?

What would I do if I suddenly became a billionaire?

I'd buy a big house in the pinewood of some sea town, with a lot of bedrooms for all my friends, a big kitchen with food and beverage always on the table, a swimming pool and a gym and a big park with tall pine trees and a private path to a very hidden beach.

Queues in Italy and the Roman Law

How do you cope with a queue in Italy?

It's really simple. You just go to the first row, making your way with your elbows through other elbows, hoping that the cashier, receptionist, etc.. gives you immediate attention.

You don't understand the absurdity of the whole system, until you go to England, i.e., and see the most diligent queues, with every person one after another, one behind another, no one complaining, no one giving his elbow in your face.

I can't think from whom the Italians have inherited this amazing behaviour, but since the Roman Law didn't consider lies and tricks as crimes, I suspect it's from Romans.

You can always convince the other people in the queue, with a perfect Cicerone imitation, that you are in a hurry because your cat feels so alone at home.

Writing a story

Writing a story I don't really write about a true story but about an alternative story, or better an invented story that coming from a real episode. For example two eyes crossing me or listening to a phrase between two person seated in a restaraunt table near us.
Sometime happens that the alternative story became true, not exactly true but true enough. This is not magician but probably the desire that something happens and when we wish to something, sometime, somewhere it may happen.
Maybe is like the tree falling far away. We don't look at it and so for what we know we don't hear if it's really fall but for the tree the perspective is very different. It is really fall. So there are three subject in a story. The writer, the story subject and the reader. The first one knows if the tree is really fall or no. The tree knows if it fall or not. The reader will never know the true but more the writer will be good more the reader will believe at the story also if he knows the story is just some words written one after the other.
So if I tell you that I've known a beautiful young girl and she's fall in love by me and we are going to live in a great house near the moon you read and will be very sad for the poor trees used to make the paper for what I've written because looking at a photograph of mine or my age or the fact I am pimply and dirty this will sound far-fetched but if I begin the story telling you that I live in a great town and every one meeting me hit me on the head because my face remember him a man that was very bad for him and my girl friend dump me because she have found a baskeball team a she has decided to have a meeting whit everyone of them and my chief has gave me a letter to comunicate me that there are nomore money and I have to leave my seat immediatly, you will believe it cause the story seems faithful and appropriate to the idea you have of a common man, like I am.
Probably also because the second one is more interesting then the first story unless that I write in the first one a lot of shot of sex.
You have surely notice that I've lost the original idea but that's the true reason why I write. I write to explicate my personal ideas so I've started from plausibility and I've arrived to understand that we couldn't care less about plausibility if there are enough sex.

To know by heart or was it conoscere a memoria?

For the ancient Greeks, the soul lived in the heart, so did all the intellectual faculties of men.

So, the English language has mantained this perspective: to know by heart means to love something so much that it is inside your heart and consequently you know very well.
You know very well because you love it with all your heart, you have breathed it so that now it is in your inner part and the most important of your body.
It is part of you.

In Italian, the love & affection meaning isn't contemplated. "Conoscere a memoria": you know with your brain, the brain just like a scanner which has screened the object and now it is, subdivided in bites 0-1, under flashes of light in your mind. But no affection and love for it.
Consequently, the object is something detached from you, that didn't affect you in any way.
That you can possibly forget after a while.

Cool.