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Isabella

I am here for Friends

About Me

What should I say?

Isabella’s the one who lurvs writing, since she was a nasty little kid. And does it not sitting in front of her bedroom desk, but she simply puts the papers on her knees and starts pouring her soul into them.

It’s the only way she feels comfortable writing.

Her mind’s woefully freak and lives in a world of her own .

She wrote her first children’s tale, Hahà and Collonero’s adventures , at the early age of nine, and she has never stopped writing rubbish since. Her writing style changes as just a chameleon could do, according to her moony mood and the people she attends to, but her passions stay quite the same for a while.

Or - I’d better say - for many, many years.

She’s stubborn ,arrogant and possessive; creative, but unconfident .

She always cries whenever she reads The selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde , one of her favourite writers.

[ “Who hath dared to wound thee?” ,cried the Giant, “tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him”

“Nay” , answered the child, “but these are the wounds of Love” ]

Maybe it reminds her that she’s selfish, too .

Isabella-Isa to her friends- has got the most irritating manias in the whole Milky way – you could understand if you heard her singing- and likes to amuse the ones who cares for with funny little stories and stuff- like comics made off her own photographs.

She’d like travelling a lot –she’s quite open minded, though you wouldn’t believe- but strangely she always stays in the recesses of her hometown, Avellino . She lives in the country, surrounded by her pets and trees of any kind.

Isabella, like the cats she adores, is affectionate but independent .

She’s quite into birds,as well,expecially ducks .

Infact, her blog

• is named after her beloved four-year-old duck POLLOPOLLO .

She bought it when it was a fluffy yellow duckling,and now it’s the house’s mascot ,even if it’s been ages since it laid its last egg. Isa and Pollopollo often have daily little chats, but they don’t understand what they’re saying to each other at all.

Isabella is a very selective person at choosing relationships.

She craves intelligent fellows’ company the most, but she disagree with them ,because of her willing for contest. So she ends up making friends to people who she can blindly trust of, and be grateful to, because Isabella is a hard to handle chick,too.

When she was younger she used to be friends with guys, but growing up everything went bad.

“The sex always buggers it” , said Robbie Williams , and it was damn true.

She likes being on her own since she has such skills she never gets bored.

She always listens to her best lover .

[ It’s so powerful and it will take the trouble

out of your head

You’re ashamed this is the best lover,

Music’s the best lover… ] , Elisa sang, and she, Isabella, feels the same.

She can’t play anything properly on the guitar or keyboard, but she’s got a strange habit of having a go and strumming music from adverts or movies.

She keeps her mind busy reading .

Her favourite book of all time is Harry Potter and the deathly hallows , which she now knows by heart.

[ “Of house-elves and children tales,

of love, loyalty and innocence,

Voldemort knows and understands nothing.

Nothing .

That they all have a power beyond his own,

a power beyond the reach of any magic,

is a truth he has never grasped” ]

My Interests

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I'd like to meet:

Fantasy followers,Harry Potter's fanfictions writers,people who sing or play Elisa's songs

Music:

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Movies:

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Books:

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Heroes:

L’aria si era fatta frizzante,e il buio stava lasciando il posto al tenue chiarore che precede l’alba.

Quella notte,per Seth ,era stata carica di avvenimenti,non tutti alla portata della sua comprensione ,ma aveva saputo,nello stesso momento in cui aveva messo piede nella fortezza,che era caduto vittima di un gioco più grande di lui. Il silenzio spettrale che di notte è solito cullare i dormienti fu spezzato dal canto melodioso dell’ isitar ,l’uccello che era volato al di sopra della rocca,non molto distante dal suo nido.

Il suo verso non era stridulo e cadenzato come ci si potrebbe aspettare da una creatura dotata di una così vivace livrea; Seth aveva imparato che ben di rado un animale di nobile aspetto non celasse una qualche mostruosità nell’indole che potesse in un certo senso compensare le belle doti che la natura gli aveva donato.

E questo era dannatamente vero .

Madre natura aveva dato ad ogni essere,equamente,bene e male,vita e morte,e ogni creatura sapeva di essere indistintamente scaltra e stolta.

Era così che andava il mondo,da quando giorno e notte avevano cominciato a rincorrersi ,senza mai potersi toccare,e l’amore e l’odio avevano cominciato a dominare il cuore degli uomini.

Tuttavia,nel regno di Thurindor ,se c’era una creatura la cui purezza poteva sovrastare quella di tutte le altre,quella era l’isitar,l’uccello del sole. Il suo piumaggio indaco era screziato di nero mentre i suoi occhi lucenti,color zaffiro,davano un senso di austera tranquillità a chi lo guardava.

Nessuno sarebbe mai riuscito a trovare il più lieve difetto nel suo piumaggio,ed il suo canto,considerato foriero di buona sorte,infondeva vigore a chi si accingeva a cominciare la giornata. Nessuno però sapeva che Madre Natura non concede sconti a nessuno,e che ogni volta che l’ isitar cantava,significava che da qualche parte,nel regno di Thurindor ,un uomo aveva perso la libertà.

Questo è l’incipit di un mio racconto.

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My Blog

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