American Girl in Italy

How does the blue mold get in Gorgonzola? Have you ever heard the rocks at Castiglioncello sing and why do writers always seek solace in Italy? Time for me to find the answers to these and see, if in doing so, I also find my home.

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Location: Rome, RM, Italy

i am actually the lost royal heir to the small kingdom of Birundi...having been secreted away by my wet nurse when mean overlords arrived turning our little known, yet terribly chic fiefdom into a nasty republic. now my people sit glued with their eyes glazed.....dreaming of distant IRA's and stock options, having long forgotten the taste of sweet green olive oil and the scent of rosemary.

05 May 2008

When English isn't expressive enough......

Jovanotti ha scritto proprio una bella canzone... più che altro ha scritto delle belle parole.

Non so perchè tutto sia difficile... ma so che lo è sempre stato. E più che il tempo passa e più che le cose diventano difficili. Non so cosa succederà in futuro. Nessuno può saperlo. Ma so che ho anche vissuto delle cose meravigliose che nessuno potrà mai rubarmi.

2 Comments:

Blogger VentingExpat said...

It was through the Serenata Rap and Piove that I had listened to intensely on my walkman in the subway corridors in New York that I have learned Italian. It was through Mi Fido Di Te given to a Rwandan who grew up in Italy and now is the beloved boyfriend of my friend in South Africa that I have believed in humanity. It is through Bombe that I have marched in Rome marches against the war in Iraq. But this song I just can't listen to yet..not until my broken heart heals. But viva Giovanotti. Grazie Lorenzo. Tu mi hai insegnato la belezza d'italiano.

May 06, 2008 11:11 PM  
Blogger joe@italyville.com said...

Amen. I love this song and Giovanotti.

May 16, 2008 3:17 PM  

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