November 19, 2007 : One degree at 8am, frosty and still. The sky is shrouded in pleated cotton wool.
Ezio Geninazzi, lifelong Carmine Superiore resident, 74 going on 24, with a strength and agility that always astound me, and a memory for dates, numbers and Italian World Cup performances that puts mine to shame.
Mama (in execrable Italian as usual) : "Do you think it'll snow?"
Ezio (looking at the sky and in perfect Italian) : "A little, but on the mountains a lot."
Mama (in even worse Italian) : "How do you know?"
Ezio (in very concise Italian) : "Sky".
I am filled with neo-Romantic admiration for my neighbour's ability to predict the weather by looking at the sky, when I realise he didn't say cielo, but Sky, and my neo-Romantic bubble bursts in a sprinkling of soggy snow flakes.
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Monday, 19 November 2007
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November 19, 2007 : One degree at 8am, frosty and still. The sky is shrouded in pleated cotton wool.
Ezio Geninazzi, lifelong Carmine Superiore resident, 74 going on 24, with a strength and agility that always astound me, and a memory for dates, numbers and Italian World Cup performances that puts mine to shame.
Mama (in execrable Italian as usual) : "Do you think it'll snow?"
Ezio (looking at the sky and in perfect Italian) : "A little, but on the mountains a lot."
Mama (in even worse Italian) : "How do you know?"
Ezio (in very concise Italian) : "Sky".
I am filled with neo-Romantic admiration for my neighbour's ability to predict the weather by looking at the sky, when I realise he didn't say cielo, but Sky, and my neo-Romantic bubble bursts in a sprinkling of soggy snow flakes.
Ezio Geninazzi, lifelong Carmine Superiore resident, 74 going on 24, with a strength and agility that always astound me, and a memory for dates, numbers and Italian World Cup performances that puts mine to shame.
Mama (in execrable Italian as usual) : "Do you think it'll snow?"
Ezio (looking at the sky and in perfect Italian) : "A little, but on the mountains a lot."
Mama (in even worse Italian) : "How do you know?"
Ezio (in very concise Italian) : "Sky".
I am filled with neo-Romantic admiration for my neighbour's ability to predict the weather by looking at the sky, when I realise he didn't say cielo, but Sky, and my neo-Romantic bubble bursts in a sprinkling of soggy snow flakes.
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MsTypo said...
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Cielo... Is it wrong that i think that word just sounds romantic. Even more than teh french which is almost the same word: ciel.
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Monday, 23 February, 2009
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Dash said...
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its always astounding when people break it down so simply for us isn't it? ;) thanks for the laugh.
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Monday, 23 February, 2009
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Louise | Italy said...
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@Cairo Typ0 : I agree, its a lovely word. I remember a church anthem we used to sing in Latin at Christmas about the skies being full of angels "Pleni sunt coeli..." It's frustrating becauseI can only remember those three words!
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Monday, 23 February, 2009
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Cielo... Is it wrong that i think that word just sounds romantic. Even more than teh french which is almost the same word: ciel.
Cielo.. :)
its always astounding when people break it down so simply for us isn't it? ;) thanks for the laugh.
@Cairo Typ0 : I agree, its a lovely word. I remember a church anthem we used to sing in Latin at Christmas about the skies being full of angels "Pleni sunt coeli..." It's frustrating becauseI can only remember those three words!
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