Milano Love Quotes

I need only you, Milano, not your money.

You are like the winged goddess from Greek mythology. As beautiful and soaring like an angel as her". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion:

You've got something that I don't have. Innocence. Ur eyes express it, & I can read everything in them". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

Ben Young is out on the deck with his team, having breakfast through his tube. I wonder how that feels. He seems to be content with it, although I am having some trouble reconciling the fact that Ben does not get all the big tastes anymore. He used to love Milanos and milk after every evening dinner. It was a tradition. Sometimes we still give him a tiny taste just for old times' sake. He is so accepting. It's a marvel. He is the most accepting human being I have ever met, and he is very happy. Not all the time, mind you; he has a flair for impatience if he is going somewhere and there is a delay. He just yells! You know he is pissed. There is no stopping him. More power to you, Ben Young! We had to stop feeding Ben Young by mouth because his lungs have become compromised by all the aspirating he does. It's a complex thing, eating. The body does a lot of work to protect itself and keep food out of the lungs. Ben's body is not working like a normal body does. Ben and Dustin and Uncle Tony are out on the deck listening to tunes on the computer and grooving. Ben's next support team is incoming for a shift. Uncle Marian and Ben Bourdon arrive in Hawaii today from the mainland, and the switch takes place around twelve-thirty. Time marches on. Because of the support, Ben has a very full life and keeps moving around, doing things, seeing people and going to events. I reflect on this. Life is good.

Quindi Davide è partito con gli altri tre, zaino in spalla e un sorriso enorme, via a fare le sue esperienze, mentre lui è rimasto a Milano ad aspettarlo, una più attempata versione di Penelope in attesa del suo Ulisse. Prega solo che, a differenza di Ulisse, Davide non trovi porto altrove.

Fabrizio sperava di separarsi da quel gruppo di stronzi e andare via per sempre. Sognava di essere solo lui con Mimì, a fare musica e, finalmente, dare un calcio a quel posto dimenticato da Dio che è l’hinterland di Milano. Invece due anni dopo sono ancora lì, a suonare e sudare, sputando sangue su spartiti di canzoni che non sono mai abbastanza belle, mai abbastanza buone. Non per lui, almeno. Mimì dice che sono spettacolari e lo guarda come se ci credesse davvero, ma Fabrizio sa che è molto probabile sia solo frutto della sua immaginazione. Perché anche se a volte gli sembra che Mimì lo guardi, anche se è sempre accanto a lui quando sono al pub, anche se quando suonano gli va sempre vicino, Fabrizio sa anche che il suo amico ha una fidanzata. Più di una, a dire il vero. Come se fosse possibile il contrario, poi. Più passano gli anni, più Mimì diventa bello. E più passano gli anni, più Fabrizio si innamora di lui.

I give pleasure to you. Do not interfere..." #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

Although I think the word "pleasure" is unknown to you. More precisely, its practical meaning". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

I've become too responsible since I met you..." #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

I want to forget myself in you..." #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

… when you lock a chain around a heart that is loved and loves in turn you can later break it but you can no longer open it, the key is lost.

To explain De Sica, we must go back to the source of his art, namely to his tenderness, his love. The quality shared in common by Miracolo a Milano and Ladri di Biciclette, in spite of differences more apparent than real, is De Sica’s inexhaustible affection for his characters.

You are like the winged goddess from Greek mythology. As beautiful and soaring like an angel as her". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

I cannot perceive that you're still a girl. Ur kisses don't seem so innocent. They just drive me crazy!" #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion