Market Insieme

A Reply to "One Day, Everything Would Fall"

one day, everything will rise
(by Seriffed)

saguaro cactuses stabbing skies,
pinning cumulus clouds in place

shoots from century-shamed trees,
forming arms instead of leaves

arms hugging moon
fiercely,
stirring storm into Fury

stares from eyes wide shut
cries from sewn shut lips

like dust from the pores
of weary skyscrapers

flying amok in the steady
flood of light

wings
where shoulder blades used to be

daggers from pin cushions
blood clot from deep lacerations

souls in resurrection
like sunshine ending
the reign of shadows

or Hope surviving
the deathly hallows

yes Hope, never-ending.

Desire on fire
in long hibernating hearts

weeds choking walls
of Hate

deeds, building walls
of Brotherhood and Faith

in Joy,
where none had ever really smiled

yes, Joy,
where none had ever really cried

oh, tears
and rain too
all falling into the sky

falling ever so freely like Love

oh, yes, Love

like poetry not needing words
lovers not choosing death

nations not going to war
or heroes turned villains
turned heroes

or i, praying

i, singing
with you,

tender sprigs from
the rubble of Nothingness

or winged wonders out of
the Dark Chrysalis

blooming fuchsia, tangerine, cerulean, vermilion,
puce, chartreuse

and by far, many a truce

bets
on this game
this Life

all Changes
and lucky stars
out of terrible quasars

you, unbowed
unrelenting

here with me
burning,
rising

like the Legendary Phoenix
out of the ashes of Disbelief,

of Grief,

or the little children in us
outgrowing blind obedience
becoming who we truly are

becoming Miracles

yes, us
like tides from
thirst-killed oceans,

like secrets,
or the unknown past bound by
scrolls from all the dead seas.

prophecies.

freed. free. at last.

A Reply

Love, all the saints, it summons; lures the sinners too with its sermons. So divine and yet so human, it feeds both our angels and demons.

from Jonathan

"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind."

horror family

and friends. I'm the headless priest, by the way. Hehe

Lesson 2

Lesson 2

Vocabulary

Seasons

The names of seasons (i stagioni) are not capitalized in Italian.

la primavera—Spring
l’estate—Summer
l’autunno—Autumn
l’inverno—Winter

Months

The names of the months (i mesi) are not also capitalized.

gennaio—January
febbraio—February
marzo—March
aprile—April
maggio—May
giugno—June
luglio—July
agosto—August
settembre—September
ottobre—October
novembre—November
dicembre—December

Che mese è? (In che mese siamo?)What month is it? (What month are we in?)
È settembre. (Siamo in settembre.) It’s September.

Days of the Week

The days of the week (i giorni della settimana) are not also capitalized.

lunedì—Monday
martedì—Tuesday
mercoledì—Wednesday
giovedì—Thursday
venerdì—Friday
sabato—Saturday
domenica—Sunday

Che giorno è...(What day is...)
oggi (today)
domani (tomorrow)
Che giorno è oggi? (What day is it today?)
Oggi è giovedì. (Today is Thursday.)
Domani è venerdì. (Tomorrow is Friday.)

Italian Coffee

caffè (espresso)—a small cup of very strong coffee, i.e., espresso

caffè Americano—American-style coffee, but stronger; weaker than espresso and served in a large cup

caffè corretto—coffee "corrected" with a shot of grappa, cognac, or other spirit

caffè doppio—double espresso

caffè freddo—iced coffee

caffè Hag—decaffeinated coffee

caffè latte—hot milk mixed with coffee and served in a glass for breakfast

caffè macchiato—espresso "stained" with a drop of steamed milk: small version of a cappuccino

caffè marocchino—espresso with a dash of hot milk and cacao powder

caffè stretto—espresso with less water; rocket fuel!

cappuccino—espresso infused with steamed milk and drunk in the morning, but never after lunch or dinner

granita di caffè con panna—frozen, iced beverage (similar to a slush, but ice shavings make it authentic) and topped with whipped cream

Pasta

campanelle - little bells

conchiglie - sea shells

farfalle – butterflies

orecchiette - little ears

rotelle - little wheels

spirali – spirals

bucatini - little holes

cannelloni - big pipes or big reeds

ditalini - small fingers

gomito maccheroni - elbow macaroni

penne – pens

rigatoni – (from riga = line)

spaghetti - little twines

vermicelli - little worms

capellini - thin hair

capelli d'angelo - angel hairs

fettucine - little ribbons

lasagne - cooking pot

linquine - little tongues

tagliatelle – (from tagliare = to cut)

anellini - little rings

gnocchi - knots


Adjectives

In Italian, adjectives agree in gender and number with the noun they qualify.

il vestito bianco (the white dress)

i tavoli bianchi (the white tables)

la carta bianca (the white paper)

le camicie bianche (the white shirts)

They also usually follow the noun they qualify.

Except:

bella - una bella donna
buono – un buon pranzo
grande – una gran piazza
santo – san Pietro

However:

un buon amico – a good friend
un amico buono – a good-hearted
friend

un pover’uomo – unfortunate
un uomo povero – without money

certi risultati – certain results
risultati certi – reliable results

Examples:

nuovo – vecchio (new/old)
buono – catttivo (good/bad)
piccolo – grande (small/big)
corto – lungo (short/long)
alto – basso (high/low)
grasso – magro (fat/thin)
vicino – lontano (near/far)
freddo – caldo (cold/hot)
lento – veloce (slow/fast)
secco – bagnato (dry/wet)

More Vocabulary:

addio – goodbye
amante – lover
bandito – bandit
barista – bartender
capo – head, chief, leader
capriccio – caprice
diavolo – devil
diva – diva
espresso – kind of coffee drink
famoso – famous
guerra – war
innamorato – in love
lingua – tongue, language
mare – sea
nuovo – new
pantaloni – pants
pronto – ready, prepared
ristorante – restaurant
sempre – always
stella – star
strada – road, street
terra – earth, soil
veranda – porch
vivace – lively
voce – voice

Exercise: (How to Italianize some English Words)

abandon – abbandonare
ability – abilità
abomination – abominazione
abrasive – abrasive
absence – assenza
abstract – astratto
accept – accettare
accommodate – accomodare
adaptable - adattabile

More samples:

celebrate, inform, transform
decadence, conference, silence
humanity, unity, crudity
possible, vulnerable, probable
disillusion, detention, diction
conservative, concrete, offensive

Preview: 

Italian Pronouns 



Subject Pronouns

Persons                        Singular                        Plural



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1st. person                       io » I                           noi » we

2nd. person familiar      tu » you                        voi » you

2nd. person polite*       Lei » you                      Loro » You

3rd. person                   lui » him                        loro » them 

Una Risposta in Ritardo

per Marius

Carissimo,

Scusa se la mia risposta
è un po’ in retardo. Dicono
il cielo del pensiero
è cosi grande, e l’oceano
del sentimiento
è cosi profondo.

Comunque, sono state
delle belle settimane pensando,
pensando al cuore
del tuo messagio.

Ora sto in un’isola
un po’ lontana dal mio paese.
La spiaggia d’avanti al hotel
mi ricorda di te. Le colline
fanno lo stesso.

Mi viene in mente –
come i raggi del sole
che ci carezza mentre
parlando, che sciolgono
il gelato che hai rubato
per me –
un montaggio dei momenti
che abbiamo vissuto insieme.
Calorosi e quasi tangibili,
mi fanno sorridere da solo.

Come le gocce della pioggia,
mi vengono in cuore anche
gli ecchi delle nostre risate,
i titoli e sottotitoli dei film,
le marche di vino o spumante.
Quelle tante volte che siamo
stati fuggitivi dalla scuola
e dal lavoro, mi trasportano
in un posto solamente nostro.

Scusa se la mia risposta
è un po’ in ritardo.
Volevo solamente estendere
come si cambiano le parole tue
agli aquiloni nei pensieri miei
o ai delfini nei sentimienti.

L’amico tuo

Notes from Bohol (Excerpts)

I. I am Here. Now
opening up and reaching out
to You, without worry
of the past nor the future.
Just Here. And Now.
With You.

III. I feel myself, my whole being
beating against my chest.
For a while, I thought something
needed to get out.
Turns out, I just needed
to listen.

V. Breathe in through the nose
Exhale through the mouth
One hand against the chest
where the heart is
Another against the belly
where the stomach is
Imagine...

Lesson 1

The Italian Alphabet

As with many other languages the Italian alphabet has fewer letters than the English alphabet, 21 letters to be exact.

Aa-a

Bb-bi

Cc-ci

Dd-di

Ee-e

Ff -effe

Gg-gi

Hh-acca

Ii-i

Ll-elle

Mm-emme

Nn -enne

Oo -o

Pp -pi

Qq-cu

Rr-erre

Ss-esse

Tt -ti

Uu-u

Vv –vi/vu

Zz-zeta

Foreign Letters:

Letters which are considered foreign because they are not used in the Italian alphabet consist of j (i lunga), k (cappa), w (vi/vu doppia) x (ics) and y (i greca). These letters often only appear in “foreign words” which have been borrowed such as Kiwi or Yogurt.

The letters j (i lunga), k (cappa), w (vi/vu doppia) x (ics) and y (i greca) do appear in Italian but are thought of as foreign letters. They are used mainly in foreign loan words and their pronunciation depends on the word they appear in.

21 lettere dell'alfabeto italiano

Lettere non italiane

Suoni speciali

Gli articoli

Maschile (finisce con o)

il

lo (s+consonante / z)

Femminile (finisce con a)

la

Parole / espressioni da Imparare

allora (so, well, therefore)

comunque (anyway)

e poi (and so, and then)

ma certo (but, of course)

mi dispiace (I’m sorry)

come stai? (How are you?)

bene (good, well)

cosi cosi (so so)

male (bad)

benvenuto (welcome)

ciao (hi, goodbye)

come ti chiami? (What is your name?)

mi chiamo (I am, my name is)

Grazie mille (Thank you very much.)

Parliamo Italiano 2

Ciao a tutti! (Hello to all!)

Come state? (How are you?)

Parliamo Italiano (Let's Speak Italian), the basic Italian language course we held last summer, will have its second batch of lessons this November. The ten-meeting course will be held every Wednesday (6:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.) and Saturday (1:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m.) starting November 12 up to December 13.

Our first meeting will be this coming Wednesday, November 12, 6:00 p.m. at Sweet Greens restaurant along Lacson St., Bacolod City. The next venue of our succeeding meetings depends on you, the students. If you have suggestions on a better venue, they are really welcome. We also welcome the idea of holding lessons in a particular house so that we can also try Italian cooking, watch Italian films, listen to Italian music, play Italian games, and discover more about its culture while learning the language.

We will also try to accommodate those who would like to have the lessons on a different schedule. Just be there on the first meeting so that we can discuss details and come up with an arrangement.

Jeffrey, an alumnus of Parliamo Italiano 1, will be helping me facilitate the course. By the way, the course will be on a donation basis. Your donation will go to a youth organization based in Bacolod.

Allora, ci vediamo! (So, we'll see each other!)

You can reply to this e-mail (or e-mail Jeffrey at jeff_walks@yahoo.com or at jefwoks@gmail.com) or you can contact me through phone (09183922089 or 09174212483).

Grazie mille. (Thank you very much.)

Jay Gallera Malaga

from carlo

Scuola Gen 2006

Every little thing

will be all right. - Bob Marley

Simplify, caro mio

simplify.

Preach the Gospel at all times,

and when necessary, use words. -- Francis of Assisi

Very well said. Or done.

If you don't know where you are going,

any road will take you there. Lewis Carroll

Is this a good thing or not?

Multiple Personality

One Day, Everything would Fall

One day, everything
would
fall. Mangoes. Laundry from hangers.

Words on paper. Words on water. Words in stone.

Hair. Pearls from the sky. Words on deaf ears.
From mute clouds.
Daggers from stares.
Grandmothers down the stairs. Angels

People from buildings. Scraping the sky. Scratching space.

Snow in the Philippines. Fire in Siberia.

Okay, rain. Okay, tears. I. Out of love.

In love. Into you.

All over again. Or Never again.

For the first time.

Or the last.
Down.
Down.
Down. I. Asleep.

Into a coma.

Commas,
,
,
,
,
,
,
,

Sentendo a Zero Assoluto: Minimalismi

Basta poco per accorgersi che basta poco
E se ci credi non c'è tempo per tornare indietro
E dammi una mano e se ti va
E ce ne andremo insieme dove vorrai tu
Viaggia fino a quando il viaggio ci sta
Se la voglia c'è
E c'è luce intorno
Basta che rimani sempre con me
Anche se non sono qui seduto accanto a te
Qui Con Te
Adesso

Tu sai bene che c'è poco tempo
Per giocare insieme
E basta poco per accorgersi che basta poco
E se ci tieni non c'è niente che ci fermi adesso
Basta che non scappi per paura
Che tutto finirà senza niente in mano
Lascia stare
Non pensare per te
Che la verità non si sa neanche in due
Io e te
Adesso.

Tu sai bene che c'è poco tempo
Per giocare insieme

Tutto quello che c'è non basta
Tra le mani un ricordo non resta
Non c'è niente che al mondo mi lascia
Più di merda
E più entusiasta
Tutto quello che c'è non basta
Tra le mani un ricordo non resta
Non c'è niente che al mondo mi lascia
Più di merda
E più entusiasta

Tu sai bene che c'è poco tempo
Per restare insieme

Come stai. Bene.

Come stai. Bene. Bello. Allora. Grazie. Ciao. Va Bene. Vado via. Ciao. Ci vediamo. Si. Forse. Come? No. Mamma Mia! Come mai? Nooooo! Davvero? Comunque. Parliamo dopo. Non sono sicuro. Ma, vediamo. Ciao.

Humming in My Head

Humming in my head one of the songs I composed with Paulo, a friend from Brazil, back when we were still musicians in a foreign land. Hehe.

And the song goes:

Sono svegliato piu presto
oggi una domenica senza sole
solo la pioggia che carezza la finestra...

Hayayayayayayayayay...

I forgot the lyrics now. But the melody lingers. The beat. Still here. Heart. Beating.

I Need a Writer

I need a writer. I need a secretary. I need a laptop. I need a rice cooker. I need a new pair of socks. I need time. I need sleep. I need a best friend. One who would watch foreign films with me on a Sunday afternoon. Or watch Star Cinema movies with me on Wednesdays. One who writes. And reads books. Lots of books. One who loves long lunches and long, lazy conversations and/or long, intense conversations. One who likes traveling, and reading while traveling. One who likes Classical Music. French love songs. Bossa Nova. Italian pop. Spanish folk. One who loves to cook. One who is not me and is me at the same time. One who likes wine and gummi bears.

I need to go home. And sleep. I want to sleep. I want a home. I need a home.

I need You. Yes, You. You in the mirror. Come home.

A Story You Tell Yourself For Consolation

One night (and it just had to be a rainy one), my wallet took my keys and ran away. Bringing with it my identity, and a year of computer documents. How is it gonna survive the streets with just 200 pesos and some old receipts? And what is it gonna do with my atm card when it doesn't even know my pin?

I guess, it happens. I should have known. There comes a day in a wallet's life when it grows tired and bored of its old life and it would just take off without a word nor the pre-requisite farewell fuss.

Wallets grow up and feel the need to be independent. They leave. It's normal.

If they do come back, don't be surprised if they arrive empty and wanting. It usually is like that.

Swimming in Black

Tired and bored at work? Try this.

Girls

Friends, Fizza, Fotos

Shower in Half-light

He crouched into a corner of the bathroom and let the shower drip. French love songs creeping in through the half-opened door that bathed the room in half-light.

Talking to himself, again, he sought the warmth of words and the company of wine in winter.

Nostalgia leaked through his skin, flooding the floor with images and half-finished sentences in multiple tongues.

It was one of those moments that he found the thought of drowning comfortable and safe to swallow.

Worry Not

He entered the room and calculated on his mind the things he has to do and which ones to do first.

Turn the fan on. Open the windows. Oh, take your shoes off first. Hey, put your bag down. Okay.

Take your iPod out, connect it to the speakers and check the volume. Rest. Listen to the music. Don't worry about the books to be read, the articles to be written, the dirty underwear to be washed, the coins to be saved, the hairs on the bathroom floor, the dry laundry to be folded, dinner.

Don't worry about them. Yet.

Drink water. Lotsa.

ILO3

Angels, Saints and Apparitions.