So lately I've been working on a "movie" with 2 wonderful kids (who I already introduced to you, see Dandelion number 8).
They desperately wanted me to take a video of them, singing songs of Hanna Montana.
Yeah, I know. Hanna Montana. They're still young and innocent.
So I thought: "Hey, what about making a music video of them singing 3 songs of Hanna M.? I'll make a remix, and they're gonna sing along (kind of, they actually don't know the words, partly because they're in English) and maybe pretending to play an instrument or something."
They were so excited about that, that E. even phoned me after 1 hour I had come back from their house, to ask me if I had already finished the remix. It was sweet, actually, because the little one wanted to help me to plan my day, so that I could finish the remix on time:
E: "So Giulia, first you finish your homework and then... No wait, I mean, you do like 2 pages of your homework or so, and then you have something to eat (Z'vieri), like a fruit, and then you do the remix, is that ok? And don't forget to bring the cowboy hats tomorrow, and the CD we lent to you!"
Me: "(LOL) ...haha yeah thank you, i'm surely gonna do that, thank you very much"
E: "And... and... and also bring the camera! Ok?"
Me: "(LOLx2) Yes, E., you're right, I'm not gonna forget that"
E: "Ok, bye! Sleep well!" (it was 3 p.m.)
Me: "Thanks! You do too..."
So the day after, I filmed them dancing, singing and "doing stunts", like E. likes to call them.
And the result was pretty much like this:
I had a lot of fun doing this, and I had to laugh so hard at some things they did... They are very funny and lively and (sometimes) really really sweet. I'm going to miss looking after them... That's one of the negative things that happens when you're a babysitter :) And particularly this summer I had to get used to that: first my german kids and then these 2 movie actors :(
Oh well, life goes on and I'm surely going to visit them when I need a little time to just have fun without adults ruining my life :P
Just kidding !
(But seriously)
Good night, Dandelions' followers! I think I need to get some rest, after all. Being on holidays can be pretty stressing.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
I believe I can fly. Dandelion number 10
I forgot to post the video about my flight on the first of August... Yessa, I flew with a paraglider!! My dream came true :) It was pure awesomeness (as I expected it to be, by the way).
This flight was actually a present for my birthday from my parents. They couldn't have found a better gift!
After 4 hours of walking from Monte Tamaro to Monte Lema (pheeew, I was happy it was over), my dad saw from far these paraglider and told me: "Hey Giulia! Lueg mol, gsesch die gleitschirme, über de monte lema? Chunsch mit mir, die go aazluege?"
"Jawohl, papi.." Wasn't very convinced about that, because that meant another 5 minutes walking up to the Hügel of the monte Lema. And I was so tired! But I thought: Ok, let's do this. And I went with him. On the top I saw this friend of mine who's a paraglider pilot and also an instructor and I was like: "Hey, cool, look who's there daddy! De Roman Gerber isch do! Gsesch ihn?"
And he: "Nei, wo?" But of course he saw him. Everything was planned. So after saying hello to him, my dad told me these wonderful words: "Giulia, möchtisch du jetzt mit dem Roman runter de Monte Lema flüge?"
"WHAT? Wow!! This is GREAT. AWESOME. yeaaaahahaha!" I thought.
"ehmm.. jo, gern." I said.
So here's the video:
Video by Mum Paola, edited with my MacBook.
By the way, doesn't a paraglider look like a dandelion seed? :) haha!
This flight was actually a present for my birthday from my parents. They couldn't have found a better gift!
After 4 hours of walking from Monte Tamaro to Monte Lema (pheeew, I was happy it was over), my dad saw from far these paraglider and told me: "Hey Giulia! Lueg mol, gsesch die gleitschirme, über de monte lema? Chunsch mit mir, die go aazluege?"
"Jawohl, papi.." Wasn't very convinced about that, because that meant another 5 minutes walking up to the Hügel of the monte Lema. And I was so tired! But I thought: Ok, let's do this. And I went with him. On the top I saw this friend of mine who's a paraglider pilot and also an instructor and I was like: "Hey, cool, look who's there daddy! De Roman Gerber isch do! Gsesch ihn?"
And he: "Nei, wo?" But of course he saw him. Everything was planned. So after saying hello to him, my dad told me these wonderful words: "Giulia, möchtisch du jetzt mit dem Roman runter de Monte Lema flüge?"
"WHAT? Wow!! This is GREAT. AWESOME. yeaaaahahaha!" I thought.
"ehmm.. jo, gern." I said.
So here's the video:
Video by Mum Paola, edited with my MacBook.
By the way, doesn't a paraglider look like a dandelion seed? :) haha!
Learning to be humble. Dandelion number 9
It is not easy to accept failures.
Whenever things are doing great, you feel good, at peace with people and at peace with God, you think that nothing is gonna go wrong. You think that, after all, you are not that bad: come on, look how patient I am with my brothers, look how kind I was to that old woman, look how obedient I was to my parents. What a great daughter I am. And, hey, see how people like me? I must be someone really special.
But one morning you wake up, get dressed, get breakfast and then someone comes up to you, telling you that you could have done things in a different way. You should have waken up earlier and walked out the dog. You should have cleared up the kitchen yesterday night, look how dirty it is now. You should have done that, that and that.
What is your reaction? Are you going to listen to that, nod and then apologize? I usually don't answer in the first place. Or I just say: "Yeah, fine..." and I keep doing whatever I was doing. Then if they keep on saying what I must do, or what I should have done I start to answer back. Rudely. Why me? Why not my brothers? Why can't you just leave me alone? WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO AND WHAT I HAVE DONE WRONG? So now we got to the point: I don't want to be told what I must do. I don't want someone to tell me that I have to change attitude, shut up and apologize. I don't want someone to tell me that I failed at doing something. No. Cause I am good the way I am. I don't need to change. I clearly won't submit myself and admit that I might have done something wrong. So let the fight begin.
So, whose the fault? People around me? Who is to blame?
I think pride. My stupid and arrogant pride.
I feel superior to the other people, because I feel so great today, because I am such a funny and pleasant person. And you know what? You don't even notice that you're thinking that. It starts very slowly, inside of your mind. It comes with the simple thought: "Hey, you did that great. You're such a good person. Very well done."
BUT I DON'T MEAN, that you have to think bad of yourself all the time: it is not bad to feel good about something you have "very well" done. It is not bad to feel at peace with yourself because you did the best thing that had to be done. Just don't let them take control over you and tell you that you're a good person. When you make mistakes, BE HUMBLE. Admit your faults. Do not try to hide them. You are not perfect. Nobody is.
When I realized that, this morning I saw my real, dirty and sinful soul in the mirror of God. I was like: "Hey, wow. That's me. I am not so perfect, ey? I thought that I was good christian, because I pray so much and because I kinda help people in need. I thought I was going to get baptized next week because I am such a good... daughter of God. Ridiculous. I am ridiculous. Trying to be perfect because I want to earn the grace that God has already given me."
It is hard at first to accept that you have failed. Again. Cause this is not the first time that you bang your head against the wall (not sure if you can say it like that..). This is not the first fight you had - it's actually the second this week. This is not the first time that you have hurt people because of your selfish attitude.
And you feel bad. How could I have done that? I mean, I always go around telling people the Good News, God loves you, Jesus died for you. He wants to be your God and give you the most amazing Peace and Joy that you have ever experienced. He wants to give you light into your dark soul. He wants to give you LIFE. And now, you did exactly the worst thing you could have done. You weren't respectful. You were arrogant. You thought you could save yourself. And you start crying (well, I did).
And then you realize: this is not about you and what you do. You don't deserve the grace of God. You don't deserve His loving presence and the life he gives you. BUT (and this is the most awesome thing!) He gives it to you for free! His love is so much more that what we think and what we do.
The day you realize that you CAN'T earn God's grace, you'll experience this Peace. This reassuring, beautiful and undeserved Peace. The peace that only God can give you. No one else. Not even you.
This song says exactly that : check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CO6ycaEY6A
Whenever things are doing great, you feel good, at peace with people and at peace with God, you think that nothing is gonna go wrong. You think that, after all, you are not that bad: come on, look how patient I am with my brothers, look how kind I was to that old woman, look how obedient I was to my parents. What a great daughter I am. And, hey, see how people like me? I must be someone really special.
But one morning you wake up, get dressed, get breakfast and then someone comes up to you, telling you that you could have done things in a different way. You should have waken up earlier and walked out the dog. You should have cleared up the kitchen yesterday night, look how dirty it is now. You should have done that, that and that.
What is your reaction? Are you going to listen to that, nod and then apologize? I usually don't answer in the first place. Or I just say: "Yeah, fine..." and I keep doing whatever I was doing. Then if they keep on saying what I must do, or what I should have done I start to answer back. Rudely. Why me? Why not my brothers? Why can't you just leave me alone? WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME WHAT I HAVE TO DO AND WHAT I HAVE DONE WRONG? So now we got to the point: I don't want to be told what I must do. I don't want someone to tell me that I have to change attitude, shut up and apologize. I don't want someone to tell me that I failed at doing something. No. Cause I am good the way I am. I don't need to change. I clearly won't submit myself and admit that I might have done something wrong. So let the fight begin.
So, whose the fault? People around me? Who is to blame?
I think pride. My stupid and arrogant pride.
I feel superior to the other people, because I feel so great today, because I am such a funny and pleasant person. And you know what? You don't even notice that you're thinking that. It starts very slowly, inside of your mind. It comes with the simple thought: "Hey, you did that great. You're such a good person. Very well done."
BUT I DON'T MEAN, that you have to think bad of yourself all the time: it is not bad to feel good about something you have "very well" done. It is not bad to feel at peace with yourself because you did the best thing that had to be done. Just don't let them take control over you and tell you that you're a good person. When you make mistakes, BE HUMBLE. Admit your faults. Do not try to hide them. You are not perfect. Nobody is.
When I realized that, this morning I saw my real, dirty and sinful soul in the mirror of God. I was like: "Hey, wow. That's me. I am not so perfect, ey? I thought that I was good christian, because I pray so much and because I kinda help people in need. I thought I was going to get baptized next week because I am such a good... daughter of God. Ridiculous. I am ridiculous. Trying to be perfect because I want to earn the grace that God has already given me."
It is hard at first to accept that you have failed. Again. Cause this is not the first time that you bang your head against the wall (not sure if you can say it like that..). This is not the first fight you had - it's actually the second this week. This is not the first time that you have hurt people because of your selfish attitude.
And you feel bad. How could I have done that? I mean, I always go around telling people the Good News, God loves you, Jesus died for you. He wants to be your God and give you the most amazing Peace and Joy that you have ever experienced. He wants to give you light into your dark soul. He wants to give you LIFE. And now, you did exactly the worst thing you could have done. You weren't respectful. You were arrogant. You thought you could save yourself. And you start crying (well, I did).
And then you realize: this is not about you and what you do. You don't deserve the grace of God. You don't deserve His loving presence and the life he gives you. BUT (and this is the most awesome thing!) He gives it to you for free! His love is so much more that what we think and what we do.
The day you realize that you CAN'T earn God's grace, you'll experience this Peace. This reassuring, beautiful and undeserved Peace. The peace that only God can give you. No one else. Not even you.
This song says exactly that : check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CO6ycaEY6A
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Brownies. Dandelion number 8
Anche se non sono una brava cuoca (vedi Dandelion number 4), qualcosina lo so cucinare...
La prova? I brownies ai Maltesers!
Mercoledì mattina mi stavo occupando di due bambini di 5 e 10 anni, la cui madre lavora soltanto il mattino. Per passare un po' il tempo e rendere più interessante la giornata, ho deciso di cucinare dei brownies insieme a loro.
Ammetto che se sono usciti così bene è solo grazie al tocco magico dei miei due cuochi preferiti :)
La prova? Ecco a voi i miei due Masterchef!*
*(Masterchef: programma australiano dove si contendono i migliori cuochi d' Australia. Kinda like Xfactor, solo che si cucina e non si canta)
Il piccolino aveva la bocca piena di cioccolata, ma purtroppo se l'era già tolta al momento di fare la foto. Peccato :)
La prova? I brownies ai Maltesers!
Mercoledì mattina mi stavo occupando di due bambini di 5 e 10 anni, la cui madre lavora soltanto il mattino. Per passare un po' il tempo e rendere più interessante la giornata, ho deciso di cucinare dei brownies insieme a loro.
Ammetto che se sono usciti così bene è solo grazie al tocco magico dei miei due cuochi preferiti :)
La prova? Ecco a voi i miei due Masterchef!*
*(Masterchef: programma australiano dove si contendono i migliori cuochi d' Australia. Kinda like Xfactor, solo che si cucina e non si canta)
Il piccolino aveva la bocca piena di cioccolata, ma purtroppo se l'era già tolta al momento di fare la foto. Peccato :)
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Feelin' (weirdly) loved. Dandelion number 7
Today is my birthday . And it's weird . Cause it's the first birthday in YEARS that I celebrate at home, chez moi.
Last year I was in Australia. Two years ago, I was a Mitarbeiterin in a summer camp. And so on for the last. . . 5 years or so.
So this morning I woke up at 9, planning to go to church. But we ended up going to the Passo del Lucomagno, a 1-and-a-half-hour-far-away alpine(?) pass (wow, I love these made-up adjectives) , just to eat lunch there.
We ate Gerstensuppe, a yummy bündner soup and drank a beer (actually I did, mum found that it was too alcoholic hahaha) .
When we got back I checked out my Facebook account and I had something like 100 birthday wishes ! Awesome ! I felt loved. But on the other hand, just a few of them were really sincere . Come on, everyone knows that it's easy to be nice just by writing "Auguri!" on my wall. You just need to type a few letters on your keyboard, and there you are. If you really care, you would write a text message, or call me, or send me an e-mail, right ? But, yeah . Anyways , that wasn't the point of my post :)
I got a funny e-mail from my pastor :
" Cara Giulia,
Tanti auguri per il tuo compleanno : 17 anni belli ,
sana, carina, tutto per piacere agli uomini e spero ,
al Signore che guarda dentro (...) ."
" Dear Giulia,
All the best for your Birthday : 17 beautiful (? dunno if you can translate it like that) years , healthy , pretty , everything to be liked by men (and here I was like : WHAT THE HECK ?) and , I hope so , by the Lord as well , that looks inside your heart (...) ."
ROFL . Aren't you Rolling On Floor Laughing ? Cause I am . I guess he didn't read the e-mail before sending it .
But that wasn't the weirdest thing that happened to me lately : on the 24th of July, Facebook got mad and everyone got the notification that it was my bday . So I got a lot of birthday wishes, even though it wasn't my birthday . Funny thing, right ?
BUT hey it's not over yet : a (kind of) good friend of mine (whose real birthday was on that day, the 24th) wrote me something like : "Hey Giulia, are you kidding me ? Today it's my birthday, not yours ! Yours is on the 24th of August ."
Nice try .
Anyways, I had fun today . And it's still not over . Because in an hour or so, I'm going to a birthday party .
Nope, not my party .
A party which is organized by a friend of mine who turned 18 last friday . And who decided to celebrate it today . On my birthday . And I am going .
Welcome to my (weird) life :)
Last year I was in Australia. Two years ago, I was a Mitarbeiterin in a summer camp. And so on for the last. . . 5 years or so.
So this morning I woke up at 9, planning to go to church. But we ended up going to the Passo del Lucomagno, a 1-and-a-half-hour-far-away alpine(?) pass (wow, I love these made-up adjectives) , just to eat lunch there.
We ate Gerstensuppe, a yummy bündner soup and drank a beer (actually I did, mum found that it was too alcoholic hahaha) .
When we got back I checked out my Facebook account and I had something like 100 birthday wishes ! Awesome ! I felt loved. But on the other hand, just a few of them were really sincere . Come on, everyone knows that it's easy to be nice just by writing "Auguri!" on my wall. You just need to type a few letters on your keyboard, and there you are. If you really care, you would write a text message, or call me, or send me an e-mail, right ? But, yeah . Anyways , that wasn't the point of my post :)
I got a funny e-mail from my pastor :
" Cara Giulia,
Tanti auguri per il tuo compleanno : 17 anni belli ,
sana, carina, tutto per piacere agli uomini e spero ,
al Signore che guarda dentro (...) ."
" Dear Giulia,
All the best for your Birthday : 17 beautiful (? dunno if you can translate it like that) years , healthy , pretty , everything to be liked by men (and here I was like : WHAT THE HECK ?) and , I hope so , by the Lord as well , that looks inside your heart (...) ."
ROFL . Aren't you Rolling On Floor Laughing ? Cause I am . I guess he didn't read the e-mail before sending it .
But that wasn't the weirdest thing that happened to me lately : on the 24th of July, Facebook got mad and everyone got the notification that it was my bday . So I got a lot of birthday wishes, even though it wasn't my birthday . Funny thing, right ?
BUT hey it's not over yet : a (kind of) good friend of mine (whose real birthday was on that day, the 24th) wrote me something like : "Hey Giulia, are you kidding me ? Today it's my birthday, not yours ! Yours is on the 24th of August ."
Nice try .
Anyways, I had fun today . And it's still not over . Because in an hour or so, I'm going to a birthday party .
Nope, not my party .
A party which is organized by a friend of mine who turned 18 last friday . And who decided to celebrate it today . On my birthday . And I am going .
Welcome to my (weird) life :)
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
A Promise. Dandelion number 5
Ho fatto una promessa con mia cugina: prendere corsi di danza con un cubano caliente. Un giorno o l'altro prendiamo l'aereo per Cuba e non torniamo prima di essere riuscite a ballare come i ballerini del posto... e forse dopo averlo trovato, questo cubano caliente ;)
Ma come mai un cubano? Perché lezioni di danza? Perché CUBA?
Forse questo video vi chiarirà un po' le idee:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBGEbEqQAsY
Una ragazza che si trasferisce a Cuba da un momento all'altro, giusto prima della Revolucìon di Fidel Castro. La ragazza è il tipico ritratto dell'alunna e figlia modello. Mai dato pensieri ai genitori. Poi, una sera, incontra un ragazzo del posto che le fa scoprire la passione del ballo. Com'è ovvio, salta fuori che lei ha un talento innato per la danza. E i due, danzando, s'innamorano.
Classico, no?
A noi ragazze piacciono i classici però :D
Vi va di ballare? A me sì.
Entonces, bailamos!
Ma come mai un cubano? Perché lezioni di danza? Perché CUBA?
Forse questo video vi chiarirà un po' le idee:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBGEbEqQAsY
Una ragazza che si trasferisce a Cuba da un momento all'altro, giusto prima della Revolucìon di Fidel Castro. La ragazza è il tipico ritratto dell'alunna e figlia modello. Mai dato pensieri ai genitori. Poi, una sera, incontra un ragazzo del posto che le fa scoprire la passione del ballo. Com'è ovvio, salta fuori che lei ha un talento innato per la danza. E i due, danzando, s'innamorano.
Classico, no?
A noi ragazze piacciono i classici però :D
Vi va di ballare? A me sì.
Entonces, bailamos!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Pessima cuoca. Dandelion number 4
Fino a un'ora fa pensavo di essere in grado di cucinare. E invece stasera è arrivato il Beweis che sono negata: ho bruciato il mio risotto ai pomodori! Crikey ! Adesso sa di pop-corn e il fondo della pentola è tutto bruciato.
E indovina, indovinello, che ore sono? Le 21.30! E i miei maschi sono affamati. Io, furba, faccio la grandona e dico: Dai, cuciniamo qualcosa di buono per loro. Facciamo il risotto ai pomodori." Ha . ha . ha .
Ore 21:25 : manca vino bianco. Telefonata alla nonna: "Nonna, come faccio senza vino bianco??" ; "Tranquilla, si può fare anche senza." Fiùùù.
Ore 21:39: il risotto è ancora crudo dopo 15 minuti che cuoce!! La risposta la trovo nel libro di cucina: Dopo aver aggiunto TUTTO il brodo, sobbollire ancora 20 minuti. ARGH!
Ore 22:10: I miei maschietti stanno mangiando la mia creazione culinaria, e mi sono già beccata due "Non è così male, Giulia."
Hmmm già. È mangiabile. Hehehehe.
Vabbé, ma che volete? Sono fatta così - esagero tutto. Sono una persona un po' insicura riguardo alle mie capacità. E infatti alcune persone avrebbero da ridire su questa situazione :D
Però questo risotto sa veramente di pop-corn.
E indovina, indovinello, che ore sono? Le 21.30! E i miei maschi sono affamati. Io, furba, faccio la grandona e dico: Dai, cuciniamo qualcosa di buono per loro. Facciamo il risotto ai pomodori." Ha . ha . ha .
Ore 21:25 : manca vino bianco. Telefonata alla nonna: "Nonna, come faccio senza vino bianco??" ; "Tranquilla, si può fare anche senza." Fiùùù.
Ore 21:39: il risotto è ancora crudo dopo 15 minuti che cuoce!! La risposta la trovo nel libro di cucina: Dopo aver aggiunto TUTTO il brodo, sobbollire ancora 20 minuti. ARGH!
Ore 22:10: I miei maschietti stanno mangiando la mia creazione culinaria, e mi sono già beccata due "Non è così male, Giulia."
Hmmm già. È mangiabile. Hehehehe.
Vabbé, ma che volete? Sono fatta così - esagero tutto. Sono una persona un po' insicura riguardo alle mie capacità. E infatti alcune persone avrebbero da ridire su questa situazione :D
Però questo risotto sa veramente di pop-corn.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Chillaxin'. Dandelion number 3
Cosa fai di solito quando hai del tempo libero? Leggi un libro, suoni uno strumento o fai dello sport? Oppure accendi la tele, rispettivamente il computer e passi 2 ore a fissare lo schermo? Pura e semplice pigrizia, perché non hai voglia di concentrarti a fare qualcosa di utile.
Stavo pensando.... Se non avessimo i computer, la televisione, i cellulari e la tecnologia in generale, cosa staremmo facendo in questo istante? Io starei suonando il pianoforte. Oppure starei leggendo un libro. Ma visto che è stata inventata questa cosa meravigliosa di nome MacBook, il mio prezioso tempo libero sta volando via come i parachute-seeds dei miei Dandelions.
Fra Youtube, Facebook, Yahoo! Mail, etc. la mia mezz'oretta di relax diventa una cosa come un'ora di "procrastination" nei siti più inutili del web. Che poi così inutili non sono. Anzi, sembrano essere diventati INDISPENSABILI, al giorno d'oggi. Se non hai un account Facebook, sei tagliato dal resto del mondo. Se non usi Youtube, come pensi di essere aggiornato sugli ultimi video musicali che ha pubblicato il tuo cantante preferito? Ridicolous. But reality.
Tutto questo discorso per ritardare il momento della verità su Facebook, sperando che avrò un po' di più di 2 notifiche o che il mio amico mi abbia finalmente risposto al messaggio privato che gli ho mandato una settimana fa.
Tutto questo discorso perché non ho niente di meglio da fare.
I love holidays.
Dandelions are LAZY .
Stavo pensando.... Se non avessimo i computer, la televisione, i cellulari e la tecnologia in generale, cosa staremmo facendo in questo istante? Io starei suonando il pianoforte. Oppure starei leggendo un libro. Ma visto che è stata inventata questa cosa meravigliosa di nome MacBook, il mio prezioso tempo libero sta volando via come i parachute-seeds dei miei Dandelions.
Fra Youtube, Facebook, Yahoo! Mail, etc. la mia mezz'oretta di relax diventa una cosa come un'ora di "procrastination" nei siti più inutili del web. Che poi così inutili non sono. Anzi, sembrano essere diventati INDISPENSABILI, al giorno d'oggi. Se non hai un account Facebook, sei tagliato dal resto del mondo. Se non usi Youtube, come pensi di essere aggiornato sugli ultimi video musicali che ha pubblicato il tuo cantante preferito? Ridicolous. But reality.
Tutto questo discorso per ritardare il momento della verità su Facebook, sperando che avrò un po' di più di 2 notifiche o che il mio amico mi abbia finalmente risposto al messaggio privato che gli ho mandato una settimana fa.
Tutto questo discorso perché non ho niente di meglio da fare.
I love holidays.
Dandelions are LAZY .
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Dent de lion. Dandelion number 2
"The English name Dandelion is a corruption of the French dent de lion, meaning "lion's tooth", referring to the coarsely toothed leaves." Wikipedia
I love languages.
Italian, because it's my mother tongue and also la lingua della Bella Italia.
German, because even though it sounds harsh and unfriendly, it is elegant und ziemlich cool.
French, because it's MUSIC.
English, because... everyone speaks English.
So get used to posts in different languages.
Perché spesso scriverò nella lingua in cui mi sentirò di esprimermi al meglio.
Il faudra donc s'habituer aux changements.
Weil Löwenzähne es wert sind.
Dandelions are MULTICULTURAL .
I love languages.
Italian, because it's my mother tongue and also la lingua della Bella Italia.
German, because even though it sounds harsh and unfriendly, it is elegant und ziemlich cool.
French, because it's MUSIC.
English, because... everyone speaks English.
So get used to posts in different languages.
Perché spesso scriverò nella lingua in cui mi sentirò di esprimermi al meglio.
Il faudra donc s'habituer aux changements.
Weil Löwenzähne es wert sind.
Dandelions are MULTICULTURAL .
A new beginning. Dandelion number 1
Why Dandelions? Why not Sunflowers, or Daisies, or Roses?
First reason: Dandelions are my sister's and mum's favorite flowers.
Second reason: Dandelions are EVERYWHERE.
Third reason: Dandelions CHANGE. The flower heads are first yellow to orange colored, and then they mature into spherical "clocks" containing many single-seeded fruits called achenes (the "parachutes"). OK, that was a copy-paste-thing from Wikipedia.
Fourth reason: Dandelions TRAVEL.
Fifth reason: Dandelions grow up ANYWHERE.
Sixth reason: Dandelions are MULTICULTURAL. You don't believe me, do you? Then check out:
French: Dent de lion
German: Löwenzahn
Italian: Dente di leone
Welsh: Dant y llew
Catalan: Dent de lleó
Spanish: Diente de león
Portugues: Dente-de-leão
Norwegian: Løvetann
Danish: Løvetand
Seventh reason: Dandelions are so common, that nobody is really excited when they see one. But some people are. And every time they stop, pick the flower up and blow it, they feel that their heart is flying away with the parachute-seeds.
In other words, Dandelions are cool. Very cool.
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