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Although I always feel kind of..unwilling to tell about my life, afraid that nobody really cares
about it, anyways, I don't even wish to deny what I am, where I come from, and the environment around me.
Here we are...Southern Europe, Southern Italy, a tiny settlement among hills, little people,
little dreams but worthwhile, simple life, based upon farming, cattle, a pretty nice environment I would say. It has now been
22 years since my birth, my mum started smoking when she was pregnant of me, that ain't a good sign huh? My father grabbed
me as soon as I got out of her womb, being him the only gynecologist in town. Sometimes I wonder how many babies he has seen
borning, how many screams he has heard, mothers drowning in pain and emerging into happiness soon afterwards. Anyhow, my mum
gave not even one scream, given the fact that I was her third son, I am glad to know I was not a troublesome newborn :)
Then years went by, there was the school, there was the street, soon I found out the music,
and kept playing with my friends for many a year, until I got at the university and left the band. In the midst of my
youth, 1997, I met the loveliest person on earth, I wasn't able to keep from her, although she lived in Switzerland, we kept
seeing each other any month, getting back and forth. Since then we built up our own world, made out of love, trust, simpleness,
activity, friendship. Once while I was talking to a finnish duck I saw passing by, I told her that if my love should ever
disappear or get away from me, I would be a monk, in a very remote cloister among the mountains, trying to hold her love within.
That tiny place with little people is no more, the environment has changed, people's amibitions got bigger, nature got damaged,
and I have moved away, 1998, went to live like bees within the core of the Christian world, Rome. And here life goes by, here
the Metropolis itself is the only looking after me; with its tall many-windowed buildings, wide roads, streetlights, it watches
my every move. It never makes me lonely because of its anti-theft alarms, ambulances, planes ripping up the sky, endless streams
of people, cars, voices, glances, carelessness, untrust. Among all these things, only the Metropolis never changes, anything
passes by and disappears but churches, squares, coliseums, I feel sheltered among these walls. But yet I dream about lands
where Nature rules, trees, lakes, free animals, mountains, hills, valleys and planes, that's what I want to see when I throw
off the shutters any morning.
That's what my life may be: the environment around and my inner response towards it.
An overlook on my studies
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Linguistic....
The way language works within our brain, whether it is innate or
it is rather acquired by dealing with the society. Whether our mind is like a blank pad waiting to get filled, whether it's
already provided with devices to be triggered. Our native language develops in quite a short time; we take about three years
to master it perfectly, how do we manage to do that? Expecially when we're so young, how can we master something much more
complicated than any other thing? Our parents's sentences and communication wouldn't be enough to show all the features the
language is provided with...there must be something already present within ourselves, named as Language Acquisition Device.
Moreover, any language, no matter whether the first, second or third, is best acquired within natural circumstances, by being
exposed to an authentic input, possibly during our youth years; by being motivated and even enthusiastic towards another culture.
The later we begin learning some other language, the tougher it gets, the more we're attached to our own culture, the more
complicated it is to get rid of our own language, (while speaking a second). The major source of mistakes while speaking a
second language comes from our willingness to transfer our native language features to the second one. Regarding my studies,
the stuff I wrote about fascinates me the most...wouldn't it be amazing to locate for sure a language "department" in
our brain that would allowed us to find easier ways to learn whatever language we wish? Another branch of my studies focuses
upon the languages Family-trees, whose purpose is to ipothesize and identify the mother (or mothers) of all languages
on earth, by comparing the languages spoken today. I thank you honestly for having the patience to read all this stuff that
may look boring to many...but not to me, hehe.
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What would I like to do with my studies??? Uhm, it's hard to tell, but what I really wish, is to get
a chance to help people with language diseases, muteness, deafness, stammering, or many other diseases which may occur after
car crashes, brain damages and so forth.
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The Remains of the day
What would it be like to devote your life as a butlers'chief, trying to keep from falling in love, trying to keep from
mourning the loss of a relative, pretend to be a stone-souled man, focusing a lifetime exclusively upon the housekeeping of
a large awesome mansion. How long can we bottle up our feelings? and how long then does it take to let them blow up? This
movie isn't about action, this is not about breathless cute faces, but it's rather about simpleness, quietness, unspoken words,
unheld promises.
Interview with the Vampire: a pretty long, emotioning movie, whose atmospheres trace back to the Gothic imaginary; merciful
vampires, ruthless vampires, uncapable to keep loving someone, a sad destiny they cannot get rid of. The scenery,
the costumes, as well as the main carachters' performances are quite unusual and uniqe.
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Rounders
Along with "Maverick" is one of the very few movies showing the reality of Poker. It is not a mere hobby, not even just
a gambling game..., it may involve not only the player himself, but all the people around him. It's based not upon luck, but
rather upon the capabilty to sense the other players' feelings and moods, the skill to fake, to show an unemotioned face,
to hide any grin, to be made out of stone..even though for one round.
The Straight story.
Straight as the surname of the person this movie focuses on.
Straight as the story itself, actually happened.
Alvin Straight, an 70year old man doesn't accept his being aged, life isn't over yet, there's still a possibility to
patch up the relationship with his brother,recently caught by a stroke, far in the Winsconsin countryside. Alvin's journey
from Iowa to Winsconsin begins. It's not our body that makes us going, but rather our will.
Richard Farnsworth, who played the role of Alvin, has never acted before, nevertheless he won an academy award, he was
gifted for acting. Soon afterwards the movie was released, he died, in the year 2000. The movie is touching, as well as the
landscape surrounding Alvin. The soundtrack comes from the same musician who made the "Twin Peaks" musical background. Definitely
a movie to keep an eye on.
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