Traveling Wind

Wind,

You wave all the world’s seas with your whisper,

Mediterranean waters move like monks mediating in your marvel,

You awaken sleeping Cyprus trees who have fallen to rest in fall,

Monkeys limbo through their newly luscious leaves, no longer weak and crisper

Your beautifying breath kisses my cheeks into a ruby rose,

My face full of budding love and life,

You kiss even my nose,

Like Father nature kisses his wife,

Gently,

You shuffle through the Swiss Alps,

And through every mountain peak

You are eager energy, your energy never weak

You rush over the world, over me, over my scalp

Filling my mind with your mystique,

Existing before ancient Greek

You are not scared of time,

Wind, you are a world wonder.

I wish to be you wind,

To awaken myself to all the world,

To wherever I may blow through,

I will travel like you wind, untrapped by windows,

Qui io vengo (here I come)

To softly sail or to enthusiastically escapade,

Lets go wind,

andiamo. (let's go)

-Carolina Dominguez

Monday, January 24, 2011

dulce' dia?


             If I had to match a song with today, or a song lyric, it would be the M.I.A lyrics “lazy days galang galang yeah” but I’d also add right after that line “lazy days galang galang noo.” Today has been a “salt and pepper my mango” (also M.I.A lyric) kind of day. A little shake of salt and pepper on a mango…like a little spice on a calm day. Or more like a sprinkle of paremsiano on my pasta Bolognese…
            Chelsea and I woke up at 2 in the afternoon! Due! Although my psychology professor Royce Simpson taught me that one cannot make up for the loss of sleep, called “sleep debt” I will say that last night’s total of fourteen hours of sleep was a make up for the previous nights 4 hour sleep night and a days worth of walking and soaking in the breathtaking streets of Verona.
            Today has been a simply delicious day. Mark, Lee, Elle, Kristin, Chelsea and I changed out of our pajamas and into a new day’s clothing for a new SUNNY day in Bologna. Today has been the brightest of days thus far in this city and we all walked following the rays of the sun- all the way down the main streets, passing all the places CLOSED on Sundays- cibo cibo cibo is all we were looking for. Cibo=food. La mensa is closed on Sundays at the Collegio Alma Mater as well as is almost everything in Bologna- except Il ristorante Zamboni where we all found ourselves seated, devouring our pastas, pizzas and paninis. One glance at the menu and I knew what I wanted- something Bolognese- Bolognese must be something from Bologna, the picture looks good. Done- oh yeah, plus a cappuccino. (Todd says it is not normal for people to order cappuccinos mid day, only at breakfast- I guess I’m not normal, or I guess this was my breakfast…but I don’t think it is normal to have pasta for breakfast either. Oh well. It was all very delicious).
            The evening, as I am enjoying with some wine in my Ferrare adorned Coca-Cola light  bottle- while I sit next to mark smushed by Elle and Kristin and Hillary’s doors where the wi-fi is the best- has been a delightful day. I was privately tutored by all the Italian students- most especially by Meri and Giuseppe- as I did all my Italian homework and more. I practiced all my verbs, conjugations, alphabet, months and numbers. I am an eager kindergartener student in the eyes of the other Italian students studying engineering and law. But I could not be happier and more eager to learn Italian. I read my book before bed and Chelsea believes I have soooo much Italian homework- but I do not. I just really love the newness of a new language. I love learning a new word. I love learning the language. I feel this longing to learn the language- as if it were a longing I’ve longed for forever. But in reality, I feel more of a longing just now- in Italy more than at home when I did my discs. Now that I am immersed with Italian students- a Bologna blessing of studying here in Bologna rather than in Florence where there are millions of international people- not just the locals- who I am really getting to know here. (Like I now know Giuseppe is non-pasiente?).
 Io amo, tu ami, lui/lei ama, noi amiamo, voi amate, lor amanno. ITALIA!
            I am a pastellito in a croissant shop surrounded by other croissants. 411: Pastelito is a Cuban pastry...Croissant is an Italian pastry. Yet, this little guava pastelito wants to learn all about the nutella inside of the croissants….
            Just like I learned how to play poker… in italian! Hard enough to learn poker in English and yet I still won! Bravo! I had no idea what I was doing…this is where I learned that Giuseppe had no patience. 
            Giuseppe is very hard to read- just like the Italian language is at times. Yet, he tells me is a poet and tonight he wrote a poem on my arm at Dragon Pub where Kristin, Sarah and I went out with all the Italian guys and Meri. It was as delightful as the two glasses of wine I sipped on from different places Antonio ordered for me. It was “fredo” (cold) outside but it did not bother me as we were walking back to Collegio Alma Mater where Kristin and I hung out with Matia, Meri, Antonio, Giuseppe and Girogio Lucca. Conversations at the pub and in the room are mini lessons for me- lessons of the language and of the people. They are my teachers as I am theirs. We are all learning.
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