My OperaAll in Italian- stories: a problem of translation
Thursday, January 11, 2007 10:51:37 PM
My first stories were all drawings and so ‘primitive’; my first
written story is also very old: I was only ten when I started “Angel
Dust”.
This story does not speak about angels, dust or drugs with this
name (!!!): it was only my exercise-book cover, there was a little angel
on, and this name on him.
The story is about four children and their adventures. I invented them in
the summer of ’91, when we went to Pantelleria island, in the very south
of Sicily (if you have a map, you can barely notice this little piece of
earth, that’s nearer to Africa then to Italy).
The story starts here: a child, a 12 years old boy wants to prove his
stealing abilities, entering in a shop, and stealing everything.
He’s so young, but he’s a great thief too. He lives alone since he was
nine, and he doesn’t know his origins; his natural talent guarranteed
him to survive in the under-world of robbers and criminals.
Now he wants to ‘work’ alone.
He finds a pair of golden shoes, that transform him in a wizard, who can
do practically whatever he wants. Here, the little boy, Francesco, becomes
Scarpa d’Oro, that means Golden Shoe.
He’s naturally gifted, like Hudson Hawk.
The second most important character is a 7 years old boy. Savage, smart,
tough, smooth… he lives in the streets, stealing his own life everyday.
All people knows him with the name of Solo; it means Alone. He loves his
hard life, he does not know a different way of life. He’s the bravest of
the four, but also the youngest.
The girl of the group is Simona. She’s my own copy: she’s imaginative,
hard thinking, too much sensitive and strong, very strong for a little 10
years old girl; she’s got always crying crisis or real joyful
explosions, but she can also adjust herself to all circumstances. She
thinks she’s not brave, but she is…
The last one is a eight years old boy; he’s the opposite of Solo. He
seems a rich boy landed between them without a reason, ‘couse he’s
always well-dressed, very well-mannered and very wise for a kid. His name
is Lino (read ‘Leeno’ or Linus, if like).
All of them meet each other and their different destinys become one.
They meet also a boy; a very dark boy. He resambles a lot my first
impression of Knuckles (the only hint I had in that time was the
videogame-version). He has got a strange accent, almond-shaped black eyes,
long dark-blond hair; he escapes from his own country, Symilia, opposing
the Leader of his homeland. Symilia is something like Stalinian Russia and
Hitlerian Germany, and in this situation a 13 years old boy can only go
away.
His name is Romano (the name speaks about traditions and strenght), and
he’s always cool and a reserved person. The strongest of all characters,
he’s also the ‘wrong’ one: in a point of the storyline, he is forced to
betray his best friend, the wizard-thief Scarpa d’oro, to save his own
girl (an ante-litteram version of Julie-Su! But she's not a
worrior...)from the about-to-die
dictator.
He’s also very brave, he has got steel nerves and… oh yeah, wearin’
the magic Golden Shoes, becomes a dark version of himself. ^_^
We also know the secret about Francesco’s origins and his relations to
the Symilian country, expecially to its despotic leader…
Fights, great feelings, global war, love and death, recognitions and
childhood are the most important facts in this story, the longest one I
ever did.
Obviously, the kids are all orphans. When you’re a beginner, you start
with orphans or tellin’ about yourself, you know…
In my own web-page there are some pictures of them, but they aren’t part
of the story-line.
I started when I was ten, and finished when I was 19 years old. It’s a
childish story, I know, and I tried to maintain this feature, during all
this time.
I spent all my sundays and saturdays to read, write, re-read and correct
it. There are almost 120 pages… all hand-written and copied in digital
pages.
When I was 14 I invented a wizard school; it’s not a Hogwarts copy,
because J.K.Rowling in that time had not invented Harry Potter yet. And my
own version of magic mixed to school, is a version of Italian school…
and it happens Italian school is a mess.
The most important character is a girl named Megghi (read it like Maggie),
a little witch, who is too powerful, too childish, too reserved, too
insicure… and nobody understands her; the only one who seems to
understand her, uses her to conquer the city, using her powers and
enslaving her.
When the old wizards and teachers come to save her, they find that she
freed herself, and now she’s taking her own revenge… so the wizards
don’t attack her taskmaster, but her…
Frustration, soul-pain, loneliness, teenage-thinking and adolescence are
the most important things in this story. It’s autobiographic, you
know… it’s not my best work. But it’s a sorta of diary.
Lot of people around web say that my best story is “Aika”.
In a strange world, like a medieval one and 1930s one mixed together,
lives a girl.
Today it’s her 18th birthday, and she has to decide her own
way: she could become a ‘lover’, like all other girls (they don’t
work, but they have to produce sons… there aren’t any families or
marriages…), or become a servant, passing herself to a man, so she can
study and search for the real Love.
In this strange world, girls have rights only doing whatever men want. But
Aika knows she’s different: her parents are married, they haven’t
other partners out of the couple, they love each other and her brothers
and sisters.
So she decides to ‘become’ a boy; she changes her attire, her name,
her age, and, in the middle of the night, like a thief, she abandons her
home to this new
life.
She becomes the favorite servant for the Lord of the castle where she
works, the Duke… but a woman betrays her, and Aika (not a woman, no more
a man) loses all her rights…
But the story well-ends when she meets an artist, a painter, Lucano, the
Lord’s portraitist, who tells her his family was the first owner of the
castle. She ears the word ‘family’ and she knows she has found
something very precious…
They go away from the castle, and the Duke keeps a paint: Lucano had
painted Aika, in her boy-attire, and finds himself longing for her… but
it’s too late: she’s gone.
written story is also very old: I was only ten when I started “Angel
Dust”.
This story does not speak about angels, dust or drugs with this
name (!!!): it was only my exercise-book cover, there was a little angel
on, and this name on him.
The story is about four children and their adventures. I invented them in
the summer of ’91, when we went to Pantelleria island, in the very south
of Sicily (if you have a map, you can barely notice this little piece of
earth, that’s nearer to Africa then to Italy).
The story starts here: a child, a 12 years old boy wants to prove his
stealing abilities, entering in a shop, and stealing everything.
He’s so young, but he’s a great thief too. He lives alone since he was
nine, and he doesn’t know his origins; his natural talent guarranteed
him to survive in the under-world of robbers and criminals.
Now he wants to ‘work’ alone.
He finds a pair of golden shoes, that transform him in a wizard, who can
do practically whatever he wants. Here, the little boy, Francesco, becomes
Scarpa d’Oro, that means Golden Shoe.
He’s naturally gifted, like Hudson Hawk.
The second most important character is a 7 years old boy. Savage, smart,
tough, smooth… he lives in the streets, stealing his own life everyday.
All people knows him with the name of Solo; it means Alone. He loves his
hard life, he does not know a different way of life. He’s the bravest of
the four, but also the youngest.
The girl of the group is Simona. She’s my own copy: she’s imaginative,
hard thinking, too much sensitive and strong, very strong for a little 10
years old girl; she’s got always crying crisis or real joyful
explosions, but she can also adjust herself to all circumstances. She
thinks she’s not brave, but she is…
The last one is a eight years old boy; he’s the opposite of Solo. He
seems a rich boy landed between them without a reason, ‘couse he’s
always well-dressed, very well-mannered and very wise for a kid. His name
is Lino (read ‘Leeno’ or Linus, if like).
All of them meet each other and their different destinys become one.
They meet also a boy; a very dark boy. He resambles a lot my first
impression of Knuckles (the only hint I had in that time was the
videogame-version). He has got a strange accent, almond-shaped black eyes,
long dark-blond hair; he escapes from his own country, Symilia, opposing
the Leader of his homeland. Symilia is something like Stalinian Russia and
Hitlerian Germany, and in this situation a 13 years old boy can only go
away.
His name is Romano (the name speaks about traditions and strenght), and
he’s always cool and a reserved person. The strongest of all characters,
he’s also the ‘wrong’ one: in a point of the storyline, he is forced to
betray his best friend, the wizard-thief Scarpa d’oro, to save his own
girl (an ante-litteram version of Julie-Su! But she's not a
worrior...)from the about-to-die
dictator.
He’s also very brave, he has got steel nerves and… oh yeah, wearin’
the magic Golden Shoes, becomes a dark version of himself. ^_^
We also know the secret about Francesco’s origins and his relations to
the Symilian country, expecially to its despotic leader…
Fights, great feelings, global war, love and death, recognitions and
childhood are the most important facts in this story, the longest one I
ever did.
Obviously, the kids are all orphans. When you’re a beginner, you start
with orphans or tellin’ about yourself, you know…
In my own web-page there are some pictures of them, but they aren’t part
of the story-line.
I started when I was ten, and finished when I was 19 years old. It’s a
childish story, I know, and I tried to maintain this feature, during all
this time.
I spent all my sundays and saturdays to read, write, re-read and correct
it. There are almost 120 pages… all hand-written and copied in digital
pages.
When I was 14 I invented a wizard school; it’s not a Hogwarts copy,
because J.K.Rowling in that time had not invented Harry Potter yet. And my
own version of magic mixed to school, is a version of Italian school…
and it happens Italian school is a mess.
The most important character is a girl named Megghi (read it like Maggie),
a little witch, who is too powerful, too childish, too reserved, too
insicure… and nobody understands her; the only one who seems to
understand her, uses her to conquer the city, using her powers and
enslaving her.
When the old wizards and teachers come to save her, they find that she
freed herself, and now she’s taking her own revenge… so the wizards
don’t attack her taskmaster, but her…
Frustration, soul-pain, loneliness, teenage-thinking and adolescence are
the most important things in this story. It’s autobiographic, you
know… it’s not my best work. But it’s a sorta of diary.
Lot of people around web say that my best story is “Aika”.
In a strange world, like a medieval one and 1930s one mixed together,
lives a girl.
Today it’s her 18th birthday, and she has to decide her own
way: she could become a ‘lover’, like all other girls (they don’t
work, but they have to produce sons… there aren’t any families or
marriages…), or become a servant, passing herself to a man, so she can
study and search for the real Love.
In this strange world, girls have rights only doing whatever men want. But
Aika knows she’s different: her parents are married, they haven’t
other partners out of the couple, they love each other and her brothers
and sisters.
So she decides to ‘become’ a boy; she changes her attire, her name,
her age, and, in the middle of the night, like a thief, she abandons her
home to this new
life.
She becomes the favorite servant for the Lord of the castle where she
works, the Duke… but a woman betrays her, and Aika (not a woman, no more
a man) loses all her rights…
But the story well-ends when she meets an artist, a painter, Lucano, the
Lord’s portraitist, who tells her his family was the first owner of the
castle. She ears the word ‘family’ and she knows she has found
something very precious…
They go away from the castle, and the Duke keeps a paint: Lucano had
painted Aika, in her boy-attire, and finds himself longing for her… but
it’s too late: she’s gone.
dɹɐzılpǝkɔıw ɐʞɐ ɹǝɥgɐllɐg lǝbɐsıwickedlizard # Sunday, March 18, 2007 6:35:32 PM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Monday, March 19, 2007 11:02:54 AM
I hope you enjoyed my works!
I am Italian, from Southern Italy, but I'm studying in the North; are you on an island, aren't you? I like the sea, but I've never been in Portugal... or Spain... or Western Europe... I visited Grecia, Germany, England...
Come back soon to my own pages.
Have you got a blog of yours?
Lots of hugs from Italy
Chaos powered transgenic Numero1
dɹɐzılpǝkɔıw ɐʞɐ ɹǝɥgɐllɐg lǝbɐsıwickedlizard # Monday, March 19, 2007 1:50:01 PM
dɹɐzılpǝkɔıw ɐʞɐ ɹǝɥgɐllɐg lǝbɐsıwickedlizard # Wednesday, May 9, 2007 11:33:03 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Tuesday, June 19, 2007 11:16:53 AM
I'm a want-to-be writer, a drawer (in this case I'm the real thing!!!), and a collecter of odd things you even can't name!
I draw everyday, and I have almost thousands of pictures; you can see only the best ones, and some sketches (from where you can see my own writing, too).
I hope you'll enjoy my works.
Lots of kisses!
Hirpina81
Viet Nguyenalongtime # Tuesday, June 19, 2007 3:24:37 PM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Thursday, June 21, 2007 10:03:25 AM
Chaos powered transgenic Numero1
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Friday, June 22, 2007 9:30:20 AM
I think that you might upload your stories here so that we'll have an oppurtunity to understand you...Actually this has become my fav. pastime...to read others views and understand them:sherlock:
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Monday, June 25, 2007 8:38:06 AM
I made those little sommerizes because all my stories are in Italian, not in English... But if you want understand my drawings, "Angel Dust" section in particular, you have to know the main topics... but it would be a titanic job to translate about 30 stories, some of them are longer than 100 pages...
I have the original hand for the drawings, so I use them for inlustrations... You know you have not to translate images, and I'm a drawer, first of all, and then a want-to-be a writer.
I can write in English, but only in the way you can see now... It's not very correct... ^_^' But it's the best I can do by now...
Toby BurnsTheToby # Monday, July 16, 2007 7:27:46 PM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Thursday, July 19, 2007 2:11:44 PM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Thursday, July 19, 2007 2:29:51 PM
I think it'd be a real mess if you try to translate them with a program. If you want some help, you have only to ask me, and I'll give you all info you need.
All my stories and little poetry are on an Italian site, called Pennadoca.net. You have only to search for my name, Marcella Acone, and you'll find them.
I'm glad to see you can appreciate my works, Toby, even if you can't read them by now... I tried to explain images, but the story are very complex... even if so childish...
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Thursday, July 19, 2007 2:36:09 PM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Friday, August 3, 2007 12:58:15 AM
I gave you the hints... then... I don't know...
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Monday, August 13, 2007 7:16:56 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Monday, August 13, 2007 10:54:12 AM
Yeah, i'd like too much to be like J.K.Rowling... but I think I have a lot to learn to do so.
And I have time.
Do you write stories? Great! If you want someone to read them, send me something, ask me!
Lots of hugs from Italy!
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Saturday, August 25, 2007 12:42:04 PM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Saturday, August 25, 2007 12:43:09 PM
AnyThing :PClass10a1 # Friday, January 4, 2008 4:03:29 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Friday, January 11, 2008 12:15:37 PM
Did you enjoy my pictures?
My father says i'm gettin better in taking photos, and i trust him, even if I can't see any enhancement... It's usual for an author to be unsatisfied of his own operas. But it's the public that counts, isn't it?
Come and visit me again, Ok? :-)
AnyThing :PClass10a1 # Saturday, January 12, 2008 3:57:34 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Tuesday, January 15, 2008 10:20:31 AM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Wednesday, January 16, 2008 12:50:38 PM
What's going onn these days.
How's the winter...i'm freezing here:psmurf:
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Saturday, January 19, 2008 7:13:06 PM
You're lucky, my friend, you're lucky...
I've got a flu, so, my parents came and brang me home...
And also all my land is ill right now.
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Monday, January 21, 2008 10:22:03 AM
I was all week in bed with my laptop, being my only companion, and moreover i couldn't go home:ko:
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Tuesday, January 22, 2008 11:19:33 AM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Wednesday, January 23, 2008 10:32:04 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Wednesday, January 23, 2008 2:17:05 PM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Thursday, January 24, 2008 12:51:04 PM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Saturday, January 26, 2008 4:17:26 PM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Tuesday, January 29, 2008 11:15:04 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Tuesday, January 29, 2008 9:59:22 PM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Wednesday, January 30, 2008 10:36:08 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Thursday, January 31, 2008 9:13:04 PM
I'm only one, either, and football it's a team-sport, isn't it?...
I played volleyball a lot of time ago, and I can play for hours even now...
Football for me it's only on Tv: World cup (
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Friday, February 1, 2008 11:30:22 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Friday, February 1, 2008 12:11:44 PM
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Monday, February 4, 2008 9:42:30 AM
Marcella EmmaHirpina81 # Monday, February 4, 2008 10:17:07 AM
We can see politician singing songs on tv programs, thiefs on power-places and Totti turned as a speaker, like Vittorio Gassman.
He dubbed a Simpsons' show, where there was a baseball champion... with his voice, I understood only 'ciao' and 'cucchiaio' (they changed obviously some words...).
Hillary Blasi? Now they have one or two children; they look happy... If they're happy...
Remember, if a girl is happy with his man, no matter if he is the Unchback of NotreDame.
Sonam MathuriaSonamMathuria # Monday, February 4, 2008 10:35:54 AM