Wait For Sleep

Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are running deep
She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep

She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think
And pictures the chain she's been trying to link again
But the feeling is gone

And water can't cover her memory
And ashes can't answer her pain
God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal frame

In with the ashes
Or up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven
Or here lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my heart
And the heart of the world

-Dream Theater-

Again it's been long since I last wrote something here...I'd spend a whole day just writing down one line after the other in order to talk out what I have inside. But I won't. This time the reasons for my smiles, I'll keep them for me.

I'm just so happy God exists (the real meaning of this sentence is hidden ;) )

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Some weird facts happened to me in the past week:

1. why is that I never take a train but when I happen to take one it has like 2hours delay?
2. have you ever seen a hotel which has a "PLEASE DISTURB" sign instead of a "Please do not disturb"?
3. have you ever been sitting next to a guy on a train (yeah the same train delayed), he started talking about a magic world populated by elves and vampires...and when he stood up you noticed he really looked like an elph? (haha oh man I'm so nasty!)
4. do you know that ravioli can taste like cheesecake?
5. have you ever been punched while dancing salsa with someone? (damn that guy made my lip bleed!)

Have you ever been so happy that everyone else who's looking at you can't help but smiling back at you?

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I hate when you go dancing with someone who's supposed to be JUST a friend and he spends the whole night hugging you and trying to kiss you and touching you and stuff you'd only want your boyfriend to do. And I hate that I can't say it annoys me like hell just because I know it would hurt him.

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Isa si tu as besoin de frapper dur quelcun dis-le, je suis prete à me lancer dans la lutte à coté de toi!!!!

Italian weekend

Subtitle: when religion gives good advices!

I've been spending this weekend with Vincent, my Taiwan friend, sightseeing some cities of my region...we've been to Mirandola (haha the big metropolis!!), Modena, Ravenna and Bologna. It was so nice, we have seen many things and I'm happy because everytime I wander around my own region I end up discovering new things, and it's pretty interesting.

Ok, this post intro is the "wise-girl" part.

Now, I've been with Vince and his friend from Bologna in San Petronio, a church in Bologna. There was a mass and the priest was speaking:

Priest: "And Our God says, My Children, enjoy love in solitude"

Enjoy love in solitude? hahaha I always thought catholic religion was against masturbation... :P
ok ok I know, I've got an insane mind...

Emails and Bad luck - and colleagues

During my lunch break I was watching some TV to refresh my brain (!!) after a tough (!!) morning. There wasn't much on, so I ended up watching what my father wanted to, a law programme called "Forum". The aim of this programme is to put two people who have an argument in front of a real judge and find out the solution by legal means. For instance, my neighbor listens to music at a way too high volume after midnight. I get angry at him but he won't stop. So I tell him "Hey mate, let's go to Forum, we'll have our half an hour of success on TV and then we'll know who's right between me and you.". And once in TV the judge will listen to the argument and say "Following the article XXX it says that one cannot cause noises after 11pm". Good. Argument solved, peace established. And a lot of smily faces on the screen.
Now, today's argument was something I couldn't understand at first. Well, I didn't want to understand it. This woman had brought her friend in front of the judge because she insisted that the e-mail this friend sent her caused a lot of unlucky events to her. You know the boring chains people always send, saying "If you don't send this to other 14953985934 people you will have 14953985934 years of bad luck"? Well this woman, let's call her Mrs. Sfig, had received a couple of months ago an email from her friend, which I will name Mrs. Ata. It was the kind of friend emails saying "the person who sent you this loves you and wants you to be her friend for the rest of life" and in the end "PS: the person who sent you this loves you so much that if you don't send this you will be cursed for the rest of your life". Hehe. No well, it was about "a series of unfortunate events will happen in your life if you don't send this". Needless to say, after having received the mail, in two months time this woman had: her computer destroyed by a virus (appearently arrived through the same mail of the chain), a car accident, an accident on work, a broken knee and her 3 years old cat died. And in front of the judge she accused Mrs. Ata to be the cause of all this because of the email she sent. With a series of offenses and curses of different entity.
It was very folkloristic. Pretty much italian. Pretty much superstitious.
Interesting coincidence though!!! Happily it never happened to me, because I receive and erase so many chain mails that up to nowadays I should already have:

• at least 50000 years of general bad luck
• something like 6000 years of bad luck in love life
• no sex for 73829 years
• bad sex for other 3900 years
• become poor for the rest of my life (received at least 30 times)
• seen the love of my life marrying my best friend (haha)

Ok, I might not be particularly lucky in love life, but I don't feel that cursed.

Not yet, at least...

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My colleague has the habit of asking me to translate words into english for him. But it never happened before that he asked me something in italian.

Colleague:"Emanuela how do you write "pregherei"?"
Ema:"in english? "I'd pray"
C:"no no in italian"
Ema:"ehu...pregherei."
C:"yes but with or without H?"
Ema (whose look now saying "are you kidding or what??"):"with H...between g and e there must be a H or you wouldn't pronounce so"
C:"oh yeah you're right, you're really good with languages"

NB: for those who don't know me, I AM italian.

And my colleague too.

And we live in Italy.

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A short summary of events...

Well here I am after a long time...and I thought I'd write this in English because it will probably be too long to translate it all in the three languages, so the universal language will do. Plus I need to practise a looot coz my English is getting rusty! :P
It sucks that I'm so late in writing here, because some things that happened in the past weeks really deserved a lot more words than the ones I'm gonna spend here, a deeper analysis, a better description...but well, time has passed and has made the impact of those events fade slowly away. So all I'm left with is the pale reflection of the feelings those events gave me, and I'm now trying to fix them with words before I'll lose them completely.

Let's talk about my stay in Belgium first. It has been absolutely great. I arrived in Bruxelles on the 25th october, in the evening, a city I've never seen before, everything new and unknown. I meet a man at the ticket counter, he asks me something in English about something related to trains and timetables. 10 minutes later, I realise I'm sitting next to him on the train. Funny, we smile to each other and start talking, that's crazy, he also worked for a biomedical company, Fresenius moreover! We keep talking, I've got the weird feeling I can trust this unknown man. Something in the eyes, maybe, or just the gentleman attitude he kept all the way. So I accepted his offer to pay me a cab, and the following offer of a dinner together. This is something that most people (and me too, in another situation) would consider extremely risky. I just followed my stupid instinct and said yes, and I'm extremely happy of my acceptation. It has been a great experience, this man seemed to know everything of me before I could talk, he listened to me, asked me questions, gave me replies on my will of knowing which is the perception that people have on me. It has been enlightening. It has been a conversation that lasted many hours, and that unfortunately I can't rewrite here. There's this one thing he said that still lingers in my thought and made me feel much better, and its effects still last now: "You seem like a very bright girl, smiling and outgoing. But something in the way you move tells me your self-esteem is sometimes too low. You shouldn't worry what people might think of you. You own a special kind of beauty, which isn't immediate as the mere physical beauty. You have a deep beauty which has its roots in your eyes. And you have to find someone who's able to look deep into you to find all of your beauty. You don't need guys attracted by your body only, and you know 99% of the guys will want just one thing from you. It's because they're blind."
Well...isn't that just great for the ego? :) Jokes apart, I thank that man a lot, for his silent understanding, for his words, his kindness, and for having appeared in a moment of my life where I needed some more strength. All I have got of this man is a name, no other means of tracking back to who he is. Thanks Ralph...
After this striking meeting, my mood was considerably brighter and the day after I got to know Her Eddy Vandenbroeck from Sorin Belgium, a person it was a pleasure to work with. We did our visits in the hospitals, collected the informations we needed to collect, and he brought me afterwards for a walk in Leuven, his city. We went to buy chocolates, then we stopped for a beer, and it was really pleasant to spend some time talking. Then he offered me a dinner at a japanese restaurant, and oh yess it was just GREAT! The place was awesome, the food even more, and the cook was like an acrobat of food! The things he could do while cooking...whoah astonishing!! Pity I haven't got pics of that night...we also ended up being drunk after beers and wine :P Indeed, I love when work gets mixed so well with social relations :D
Friday has been the second and last day of work with Eddy, and I admit I was sad about it because it's difficult to find people who are competent in their job, full of knowledges and also extremely gentle and nice in manners (at least, I rarely found them in my experience by Bellco). Eddy left me on friday evening next to the Gare du Nord, where Annemie was waiting for me. Annemie, it was so good to see her again!! It brought me back with memories to the old times in Angers, where she practically lived by my neighbors Robert and Denise. Two years have passed but when I was with her it really seemed to me that it was yesterday that I left Angers. And the melancholy raised up. Gosh it's raising up now too!! I wish I could bring those days back here, live them all again, one by one, see the people, enjoy the feelings, have the same dreams I had...
I'm starting to be romantic now :D
Well I got back home on saturday the 28th, met some friends in the night then on sunday my mum came back to us after nearly two months!!! We're all so happy to have her back even if we don't know yet how long she will stay...I don't care, I'm just enjoying every hour. I always say I'd love to live alone and go away from this place, and this is the number one dream I have, but I love my parents and it's impossible for me not to miss them when they're not there. It's just that when they're there...they're TOO much present in my life :P hehe well, that's the job of a parent, right? Who knows how I'll be when I'll be a mother myself...right now it seems impossible to me!
This week with my mother has been pleasant, yet intertwined with sad moments when we talked of the situation we're going through because of my aunt's illness. I know my mum thinks about this 24/7, but at least here she has more to be busy with, in a better way than looking after her sister all the time, and seeing her suffer. She's like having a breath of fresh air now, in order to get ready for when she'll have to leave again.
On wednesday I've gone out with Silvia, my dear Pollon! I promised her we'd have gone to Lime together and we managed to (thanks to this week of holiday that I got as a gift from the company!), but it was half empty (so weird!! normally it's crowded!!)...plus we had an unpleasant meeting, that asshole of "Frankenstein" (yeah she will know whom I'm talking about ;) ) with another girl!! Of course she was upset...thank God we've been approached by a couple of guys who kept us talking all the while, so she could think of something else...but one of those guys was SOOO annoying!! Mister-Know-It-All kind of guy, that is. I couldn't help giving him harsh replies to his comments, which he probably liked because he ended up saying I've got brain (even if he is still more clever than I am, as he didn't miss to underline..sfigato!!) but I didn't like when he told my friend she acts in a stupid way! Happily we managed to tell him so many things (yeah we're not bimbo girls, we do know how to use the power of words...) to destroy the stupid comments he was making (about girls, of course) that he shut up all of a sudden. And we left the place with a good feeling of victory in our stomachs and in our well functioning brains ;)
Warning, to all men who still think all women are too vain to keep a conversation up: don't judge before trying, I'm sure you can have good surprises, and if you're humble enough to accept the fact that you're not the Kings of Universe, you might enjoy the surprises even more ;) these are a woman's words...