Newsgroup: it.cultura.linguistica.inglese
Titolo: They used to chase the same butterfly

THEY USED TO CHASE
 THE SAME BUTTERFLY
 Once upon
 a time
 there was
 a country
 of inhabitants
 all exactly
 alike,
 showing
 identical
 faces
 (if seen
 from the front),
identical
profiles
(if seen
in profile).
They used
to eat
the same food,
to drink
the same drink,
to play
the same music,
to dance
the same
dance,
to grow
the same flower,
to chase
the same butterfly,
to get
the same illness,
to crack
the same jokes,
to use
the same
good or bad
language,
and - above
all -
to cherish
the same dream:
the dream
of something
DIFFERENT,
at last!,
of something
which could
break
the monotony
of that
humdrum,
neverchanging
life,
in which
nobody
differed
from
anybody else,
or did
anything
original.
One day
in that sad
country
a strange
multi-coloured,
blue-dotted
butterfly
arrived.
It had golden
speckles
on its wings,
and lilac
streaks,
and petroleum-like
iridescences.
At night,
it lit up
mysteriously,
looking
- in its flight -
just like
a little lantern.
"It's a monster!"
cried
everyone
at first,
terribly
scared.
"Who knows where
it's from?
We must
KILL it!"
But then
it became
very clear
where
that reckless
alien
had actually
come from:
straight
from their
dreams.
(Copyright Libri Molto Speciali, Venezia, 2000)

 [E con questa storiellina mi congedo da voi. Grazie a tutti.]
P.

  THE SAME BUTTERFLY
To the troll Lucio Angelino:
Your farfalle would cause even someone with a strong stomach to toss his
cookies, even more so in English. I prefer the story of the rat who invades the
land of valley dwellers to hawk his insipid wares. It has more of a ring of
truth to it--cinema verità.
Ciao,
Ron
USA

 cookies, even more so in English.
I agree. You're perfectly right. We must KILL it!

 > [E con questa storiellina mi congedo da voi. Grazie a tutti.]
Non mi avrai mica scambiato per quell'alieno di Ow Ouch, vero? Guarda che io
sono "ariana" da capo a pič: Ariana.doc!

 Non mi avrai mica scambiato per quell'alieno di Ow Ouch
Alienato? Non ci avevo pensato.
P.

 Alienato? Non ci avevo pensato.
Mica *allineato* (alla Reazione) come te. A proposito, č un'ironia della
sorte che questo sedicente *Illuminato* Reame ricordi cosě da vicino la
Repubblichina un tempo adagiata sulle sponde del lago di Garda?

 Repubblichina un tempo adagiata sulle sponde del lago di Garda?
Credo di sě; d'altra parte tu vieni da un posto che una volta era una
repubblicona adagiata sulle sponde della laguna. In pratica fango e melma.
E ti ricordo che i tuoi progenitori fuggivano. Come mi sa che fra un po'
dovrai fare tu.
P.
-- 
Femina č cosa garrula e fallace (TASSO G. L. XIX, 84) 

 E ti ricordo che i tuoi progenitori fuggivano.
Chiugni quella fogna di bocca, se no rimani a secco di merda.

 dovrai fare tu.
Paolo, perchč non lasciamo stare le ascendenze, che magari a qualche altro
veneziano gli gira l'anima ? Tanto piů che Angelini viene dalle Marche.
Ciao
Giorgio

 I agree. You're perfectly right. We must KILL it!
Don't let your anger toward the world get the best of you, Lucio. This urge to
kill may come from deep inside you, but projecting it onto others is paranoid
behavior. I've already told you that having to ridicule you in public and show
the world you are an idiot brings me no joy. But, I'm doing you a favor in
trying to help you grasp a sense of reality. Perhaps someday you'll get the
psychiatric help you really need. Although, at your age, there isn't much time
left to improve.
Ciao,
Ron
USA

 repubblicona adagiata sulle sponde della laguna. In pratica fango e melma.
I suppose one should bow to your knowledge on such matters.
La mandi bacione a Quarto Oggiaro & surrounding areas
(gran bei posti, quelli).
Matteo

 Don't let your anger toward the world get the best of you, Lucio.
I don't think that you have enough intelligence to
realize that your autobiographical remarks leave me unpayably amused, my
Ronalda tutta nuda tutta calda.