Snowy Rome

by Deivis Bermudez (Colombia)

I didn't expect to find Italy

People says that life is just a dream away, But what happens when You achieve two of them in one shot, or three or four?...is it like a rebirth, reencarnación, karma or just a grasp of luck? My dream started to became true at the moment when I saw the boucher's prints of my round trip's tickets to Rome. As a cinema's passionate I've enjoyed the faces of several actors and actresses plentyful with excitement that can't be rehearsed, since Greta Garbo till Julia Roberts, showing some of such typical architecture that easily describes the most of the millenarian Italian structures, such hint was nothing compare with the feeling of the stones carefully located one after other to support you on every step on such mythological streets, those Windows with raw bricks smiling thru them, where You could easily enjoy the yellow buildings around You, the sound of the torks flying over and the smell of the river crossing by the city in an unaccountable march since their foundation. To someone passionate about languages like me, arriving to Rome was a whole challenge, after dedícate half of my life to study a foreign language like English Hoping to meet the snow there someday. I thought it would be easy to practice some of it there, but what a surprise to notice that if there's a second language spoken it's not English for sure. In such moments of mandatory silence and trying to interprete advises who easily made themselves understable to anyone, that smoke was forbidden but with some new words that doesn't made any sense in my order of comprehension made me understand that dreams sometimes doesn't include languages or time zones. But luckily to me, there was another crumble of a dream waiting for me at a warm Home in such a dreamed and unknown piece of the earth, a crumble that started to be baked about 3 months ago in a hotel bar after the reception of My brother's wedding, when a pair of warm and big black eyes stared at me like nobody else had done it before, something taking shape in a kiss at 5 am later than some laughs, some dreams and a Lot of dessapointing experiencies of those that at the beggining anyone could swear that are a product of love...where the magical ingredientes. There she was, with such a wonderful and warm smile waiting to hug me at Leonardo Da Vinci's airport. Happily, she spoke the same language than I, so the introduction to Italian wich started with a "Ciao" and a "Ti voglio bene" without destinatary, when I was at school; continue later thru chat for several months making easy it's learning, since then I would like to assure that learning a new language it's easier when includes the interests of the hearth. The introduction into this new culture was delightful pampered with the honey of love, the cold winds of spring, an excuse to hug and the new flavours, desserts and Places seemed the better frame to enjoy like any actor of a frenetic enthusiam possing at the Coliseum, the Popolo's piazza, in a boat to the lovely Procida, throwing a coin in the deeps of the Trevi's fountain, or at any alley of the romantic Venice, However, what I never expected was that one night of such, when you don't know if sleep or stay awake thankful for the view you have at the other side of the bed, was that when I finally felt asleept, she woke me up telling me in a midnight mix of Spalian (Spanish/ Italian) "amore svegliati...está nevando." The few hours I was slept felt like an eternity for the deep emotion I felt that made me jump out of bed. The few minutes I gazed thru the Window, watching the snow falling at a Rome's morning, couldn't describe, compress or idealize so many years dreaming those dreams...My hands sliding deep down the snow at the roof and the careful steps to avoid falling into the same lovely rocky streets...now slippery. Unforgetable. I've had dreams came true, but Rome is a burning torch in my heart everytime I remember it.