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I am transparent. What you see is what you get. Most of the time people don't understand me, or what I'm saying, but it's far simpler than what they think it is. I act like a kid all the time, finding pleasure in the simple things that life has to offer, because I find a curious freedom in being child-like. Most of the time you will see me with my head in the clouds, dreaming about the most impossible things like unicorns and giant butterflies. Every once in a while, my imagination goes berserk and if you happen to be with me during these times, you will find yourself in the midst of a fast whirling hurricane of ethereal things and ideas. I love to lose myself in the music of everyday life for i believe that every moment of our life here on earth is worth living.
I am me.
Melissa Arcadio Pazcoguin
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12:39 PM // May 5, 2007
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Living Languages
Sunday, August 27, 2006
"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate."
In my perusal of Matthew Pearl's
The Dante Club, I find myself falling in love once again with the Italian language. It was the first foreign language that I felt a passion for, stemmed from
La Divina Commedia's Inferno (
Dante Alighieri). It's crazy but I just feel the intense need to learn, know, speak and internalize the language. And I find that I really want to hear the language spoken, hear the same words that Dante used in his masterpiece.
"Fanno dolore, e al dolor fenestra."
Labels: culture, musings
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