Paul Oberjuerge: Bellissimo!
I don't speak much Italian, but I love listening to it.
It’s a fun language, rhythmic, lyrical, colorful. Somebody can call you the nastiest things, in Italian, and it still sounds like music to an American’s ears. Tuh-DA-da, tuh-DA-da, tutti!
It’s a fairly regular language. Nouns always end with vowels. Letters always make the same sounds. None of that crazy English spelling. Accents almost always are on the second-to-last syllable. A foreigner can speak from an Italian text and do a decent job of it. Try that in French.
It also is a bewitching language. What American woman wouldn’t have her head turned by some hunky carabinieri whispering ``bella signora!'' in her ear? American men probably can be talked into killing a stranger by an Italian woman doing that little-girl pout and saying, ``per favore, mi amore!''[EP
Some English-speakers claim French is the most beautiful language. No way. Too many French words come out of the nose. Italian beats French to death.
Italians have told me Spanish is the most beautiful language. Nope. I’d rather listen to an Italian giving directions to the post office than a Francophone or Spaniard professing her undying love.
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