My neighbor brought me a rose from her garden the other day. It is one of those perfect roses that opens beautifully and is about the size of my hand. Just gorgeous. As she handed it to me she said (in English) "The last roses of the season have the most poetry." Isn't that so true? Like they are putting on one last big show before frost. And yet, who in America would say that a rose has poetry in casual conversation?
I can't figure out what makes Italians so different in this way. Do they notice things Americans just don't notice? Or do they talk about things Americans don't talk about? Or is it just the way they say it that is so beautiful? Perhaps it is a combination of all three.
It happens all the time. If an Italian thinks you are beautiful, they will look you in the eyes as tell you just that. Not just men... I've heard women say it to women, even when first introduced. It is a wonderful way to compliment really. I mean, when was the last time someone told you are beautiful? They might say "you look nice" or "cute outfit" but never "you have a beautiful face" or "che bella" (what a beauty).
When people speak this way, it forces me to notice things I might not notice and see things in a different way. The second day I lived here, an Italian told me, "Living here will change you completely." I think she was right.
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