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Feisty Little Mermaid

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“So what on earth were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about? Don’t blame it on me? It’s Andersen’s fault! Not mine!”

“Hmmm…”

“Yeah, he has got a thing for tragic, sad, doomed from the beginning, love stories. If it was for me, I was quite ok down in the ocean. I mean I was a Princess for Poseidon’s sake. Young and beautiful, a mesmerizing voice… And would give that all up for a…”

“A man?”

“A pair of nice legs… do you understand? Besides my shiny tail is amazing. What’s wrong with it? If the Prince wanted me, he should have accepted me for what I was. Period!”

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Weird Dream

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I was tired, actually exhausted and irritated. Another fight with mom about tattoos… What’s the “bound to earth for eternity” supposed to mean and what’s that got to do with getting ink done anyway??

When is this damn bus getting on the way? Can’t wait to get back home. Don’t look at me mom, I am not coming over there. Sitting in the back, suits me just fine, right?


Oh I had fallen asleep, for how long? Mmmm, nice landscape, but still too far from the city.

“Slept well?”- I hear a humming soothing voice next to me.

I turn my head, and I see a familiar face, but I am quite sure, I don’t know her.

“Ugh yeah!”- she is mesmerizing, a hypnotic light on her so dark eyes. I just can’t focus on anything else. I sense her talking and smiling, but can’t make any sense, and I see myself from the outside replying back, there is a background noise during our brief conversation.

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A Vice Perspective


Being a Vice sucks.
I get stuck with all the important things, I am accountable of everything, especially if one of these things goes the wrong way.The work I do, all of it to be marked down by the tiny ugly part of “vice” glued on my title, my responsibilities, my duties, my actions, my words, my… my men, oh but they are not my men… and this is not my ship.

Power, crew, ship, credit are all His, the world knows it’s him doing the things I do.

And what do I get? Vice Captain. Haha what a joke! .

Second in command. A vice captain, almost a captain but never actually being one.

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Italian ChaT – IV

 

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No need to rush, Marsia takes the fashionably late concept to a complete superior level. So I can roam on my own for a while, enjoying wind‘s futile attempts to block my steps.

So born on 1935 huh… this means she’s like 80 years old… and she looks so young… I didn’t get it, so her parents died soon after Alessio left? And the fire she was talking about? She lost the journals, now that’s a pity, I would have loved to take a look at them and take some notes… Notes… oooohhhhh how troublesome, the editorial, I don’t know where to start.

Ok, so it means that I will work on it, while waiting for Marsia… if only I could actually concentrate…

TESOROOOOOOO ECCOMI FINALMENTE!” Marsia exclaims, and all heads turned in our direction. Perfect, just perfect.

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Italian ChaT

I went downstairs, storming, as I wanted to be out and about as soon as possible.

There she was:

Oh Buongiorno! Dormito bene?” (Oh good morning! Slept well?)

I stopped. “There she is, the old lady, again.”

Buongiorno!“I replied reluctantly. “Why do I feel uncomfortable? Is it her mesmerizing blue eyes? She looks wise and dangerously smart. That smart that makes you feel like your soul is open and ready for her to read.”

Svegliata presto, giovane signorina! E anche di fretta. Gradisce un caffé?

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