◇My name is: Vitale ‘Desi’ Desimone
◇The race I am is: Simba(basically a neko, but lion instead of house cat)
◇How many candles did you blow out: 23~
◇This is just the way I am: ENFP, so said the Keirsey survey. In case you don’t know that means I’m an extrovert(I get my energy from being around people), Intuitive( imaginative/visionary, can’t say just ‘yes’ or ‘no’), Feeling(I act according to my heart more than my head, gets me in trouble), and Perceptive(spontaneous, adaptable, go with the flow, difficulty making simple decisions). I’m outgoing, accepting, easygoing friendly, warm-hearted, and talkative. I enjoy everything and make things fun for everyone. I need harmony and am good at creating it(can’t we all just get along?), and I like doing nice things for people. I’m also warmly enthusiastic, high-spirited, ingenious, and imaginative(thanks to being intuitive instead of sensing ha!) and am able to do almost anything that interests me. I’m quick with solutions for any difficulty and rely on my ability to improvise instead of preparing in advance. Also I’m not flamboyant, I just have a style all my own. Actually most of us wore these kinds of clothes, it certainly set us apart from your everyday guys, and even though I’m gay it attracted lots of female attention much to the delight of my straight friends. Admittedly I’m…well, a flirt and have been with a lot of people in my short life but that’s because I fall a little too easily in love with people…I’m not proud of that because it’s a real pain in the a**, but I hate being lonely, so I…you get the idea. I’m a romantic. Let’s move on.
◇My sexuality is: Gay. I love men. What else is there to say? When it gets down to it I like being the uke, but I’ll do whatever makes my partner happy.
◇Things that you need to know:
- I love acoustic music. I play the acoustic guitar, actually, and am not afraid to play in public.
- Dancing! I love to dance. Mostly to Spanish acoustics, music you would hear on the street, that sort of thing. I can dance solo, duet, or in a group.
- Singing~ I sing when I play the guitar a lot.
- I like my espresso. I don’t want your coffee. Or your tea.
- Chocolate is a good way to get to my heart, flowers too; especially a bouquet of red roses. Or a single red rose in your mouth as we dance to the music under the stars…-daydreams-
- Weather that I can go out and do stuff in! I love the sun and warm weather with a nice cool breeze, or weather perfect for swimming. I don’t much like the colder seasons, but I’m totally for snuggling up to keep warm.
- Cafes and open social environments
- Totally random and call me a freak for it, but I love seeing old people in love. I don’t think there’s anything sweeter than that.
- I love riding horses. I used to ride horses all the time in Spain, it was mopeds in Italy. Those are fun to but I prefer the former.
◇Don't do these:
- Schedule my day for me. That drives me crazy.
- Lie to me! It isn’t that hard to tell the truth is it? I understand that there are a few situations where you feel like you have to lie but come on…
- Give me coffee. That stuff is weak.
- Pick a fight with me. I’m a lover not a fighter, but that won’t stop me from trying to defend myself or who I’m with.
- People off by themselves, looking lonely and depressed make me feel bad for whatever reason
- I hate being sick. I feel awful and I can’t do anything! Sometimes I can barely sing! It sucks!
◇The past is the past: I was born in the village and I had a twin brother, Armand. When we were toddlers our parents decided to travel a bit so we moved to Spain and Italy; apparently that’s where our heritage is anyways. I loved living in both places and so did Armand, but when we were 10 our parents got a divorce. Armand went with Mom, I went with Papà. They lived in Spain we stayed in Italy. They would trade summers; one summer I would go to Spain and the next Armand would come to Italy, and we talked as often as we could the rest of the time. That went on until we were 16. Armand and Mamma were on the way to the airport when they got into an accident; neither of them survived. Grief never goes away. It comes in waves when it’s triggered. I cry for losing them both, but most of all for losing my twin. I still cry, but I don’t let my grief stop me from living a normal life. And then, six years after that, I lose Papà too to a heart attack. After Armand and Mamma died he didn’t take as good of care of himself as he used to; even though they divorced he still loved them both. I have friends both in Spain and Italy, but I decided to come back to my birth place. I don’t know if I’ll stay here for the rest of my life or eventually go back to Spain or Italy, or even travel. Truth be told, I guess you could say I’m a bit lost. I wonder if anyone remembers my family? –thinks- Hah, my birthday is in a week days…
◇The one that watches over me is: Rune Schulte
Quote:
Ritenga il fuoco della musica nella vostra anima E
>>>>>>"Feel the fire of the music in your soul-"
Vitale 'Desi' Desimone
The music playing through the pair of earbuds that were stuck in the furry beige ears of a young simba sitting in a taxi cab his foot and hands tapping to the beat of the music as he looked out of the window. After twenty years or so he was coming back to his birth place. He was only three when his family decided to travel for a while and then settle down elsewhere. Why they wanted to do that he wasn't sure. Desi couldn't remember hardly anything about living in Haverhill but from what his Mamma and Papà would say it seemed like a peaceful village. After living there for what, four years and seeing how well people of every kind could coexist why would they want to leave? Did they get tired of how peaceful it was? They never said.
Desi had to admit though; he loved growing up in different countries. Spain and Italy were his homes, they always would be. The taxi pulled into the village, the simba singing quietly to himself in Spanish or Italian, whichever song was playing on his MP3. It stopped at the station and he got out, his tail flicking to the rhythm playing in his ears. "Si te toca ir arriba antes que yo," He sang as he grabbed his bags from the trunk of the vehicle, getting odd looks from the driver. When he closed the trunk and looked at him he wondered for a moment why he was staring at him so strangely. Then he remembered he wasn't in Spain and that this man more than likely didn't understand a word of Spanish. Or Italian for that matter. The blonde laughed with a smile. "Ah, sorry amico. I forget I eh, am not in Spain, vedi?" Even though he was singing in Spanish not moments ago he was now trying to speak English and using a bit of Italian, and his accent was Italian with a bit of Spanish influence. He rolled his 'r's. The driver only shook his head. Desi adjusted his brown newsie hat and dug in his pants pocket, coins jingling against each other as he fished out some money. There were some green paper bills and coins in his hands. He stood there for a moment, trying to figure out how much the ride had cost him. After a few moments he laughed again. "Muovendosi verso un nuovo paese non può essere una buona idea. Dovrei imparare come convertire i soldi." He looked at the man again realizing he still wasn't understanding a word he said. His smile got a little smaller. "Harder than thought it would be." He said to himself. In the end the simba walked over to the man and let him handle his money and hope he was honest.
"Grazie molto." Desi said gratefully as he was handed his change. Before the driver could get away he grabbed his elbow to keep his attention, taking the earbuds out. This time he made a conscious effort to speak English. "I am new here. Do you know where a place to stay I can find?"
The driver looked at him like he was stupid or something. "You mean you didn't make any arrangements before showing up here?"
"No."
"You don't have any friends or family here that you came to visit or something?"
"Well, I lived here long ago. Twenty years ago, when I was a tiny ragazzo. Eh, boy. I do not think our old casa is still owned by my family, you see?"
The driver nodded. "You don't plan very well do you?"
Desi chuckled at himself. "No. I am how you say...spontaneous? I only decided to come here yesterday."
"Get's you into trouble I bet, like now. Well, whatever your reasons for coming here I'm sure you'll find it's a great place to live. As for a place to stay there's a small inn a few blocks away you're sure to find a room at. How long are you here for?"
The blond shook his head lightly and shrugged his shoulders. "Non so. I do not know."
"Hm. Well, go there. If you want I can give you a ride there."
"Oh, no no. Grazie, but I will walk. Though, would you mind taking my things there ahead of me per favore?" The driver agreed and Desi paid him for the short trip ahead, putting his bags back in the trunk. "Grazie molto." Desi put his earbuds back in and waved the man off. A chill crept over him and he shivered, getting goosebumps on his arms though his long sleeved undershirt covered them. He definitely stood out in this new place. Looking around he began his walk down the street. "Dovrei portare i vestiti più caldi."
(( "Si te toca ir arriba antes que yo,": If you get to go up before me,
Amico: friend
Vedi: See
"Muovendosi verso un nuovo paese non può essere una buona idea. Dovrei imparare come convertire i soldi.": "Moving to a new country may not have been a good idea. I should have learned how to convert the money.
Grazie molto.: Thank you very much.
Dovrei portare i vestiti più caldi.: I should have brought warmer clothes. ))
>>>>>>"Feel the fire of the music in your soul-"
Vitale 'Desi' DesimoneThe music playing through the pair of earbuds that were stuck in the furry beige ears of a young simba sitting in a taxi cab his foot and hands tapping to the beat of the music as he looked out of the window. After twenty years or so he was coming back to his birth place. He was only three when his family decided to travel for a while and then settle down elsewhere. Why they wanted to do that he wasn't sure. Desi couldn't remember hardly anything about living in Haverhill but from what his Mamma and Papà would say it seemed like a peaceful village. After living there for what, four years and seeing how well people of every kind could coexist why would they want to leave? Did they get tired of how peaceful it was? They never said.
Desi had to admit though; he loved growing up in different countries. Spain and Italy were his homes, they always would be. The taxi pulled into the village, the simba singing quietly to himself in Spanish or Italian, whichever song was playing on his MP3. It stopped at the station and he got out, his tail flicking to the rhythm playing in his ears. "Si te toca ir arriba antes que yo," He sang as he grabbed his bags from the trunk of the vehicle, getting odd looks from the driver. When he closed the trunk and looked at him he wondered for a moment why he was staring at him so strangely. Then he remembered he wasn't in Spain and that this man more than likely didn't understand a word of Spanish. Or Italian for that matter. The blonde laughed with a smile. "Ah, sorry amico. I forget I eh, am not in Spain, vedi?" Even though he was singing in Spanish not moments ago he was now trying to speak English and using a bit of Italian, and his accent was Italian with a bit of Spanish influence. He rolled his 'r's. The driver only shook his head. Desi adjusted his brown newsie hat and dug in his pants pocket, coins jingling against each other as he fished out some money. There were some green paper bills and coins in his hands. He stood there for a moment, trying to figure out how much the ride had cost him. After a few moments he laughed again. "Muovendosi verso un nuovo paese non può essere una buona idea. Dovrei imparare come convertire i soldi." He looked at the man again realizing he still wasn't understanding a word he said. His smile got a little smaller. "Harder than thought it would be." He said to himself. In the end the simba walked over to the man and let him handle his money and hope he was honest.
"Grazie molto." Desi said gratefully as he was handed his change. Before the driver could get away he grabbed his elbow to keep his attention, taking the earbuds out. This time he made a conscious effort to speak English. "I am new here. Do you know where a place to stay I can find?"
The driver looked at him like he was stupid or something. "You mean you didn't make any arrangements before showing up here?"
"No."
"You don't have any friends or family here that you came to visit or something?"
"Well, I lived here long ago. Twenty years ago, when I was a tiny ragazzo. Eh, boy. I do not think our old casa is still owned by my family, you see?"
The driver nodded. "You don't plan very well do you?"
Desi chuckled at himself. "No. I am how you say...spontaneous? I only decided to come here yesterday."
"Get's you into trouble I bet, like now. Well, whatever your reasons for coming here I'm sure you'll find it's a great place to live. As for a place to stay there's a small inn a few blocks away you're sure to find a room at. How long are you here for?"
The blond shook his head lightly and shrugged his shoulders. "Non so. I do not know."
"Hm. Well, go there. If you want I can give you a ride there."
"Oh, no no. Grazie, but I will walk. Though, would you mind taking my things there ahead of me per favore?" The driver agreed and Desi paid him for the short trip ahead, putting his bags back in the trunk. "Grazie molto." Desi put his earbuds back in and waved the man off. A chill crept over him and he shivered, getting goosebumps on his arms though his long sleeved undershirt covered them. He definitely stood out in this new place. Looking around he began his walk down the street. "Dovrei portare i vestiti più caldi."
(( "Si te toca ir arriba antes que yo,": If you get to go up before me,
Amico: friend
Vedi: See
"Muovendosi verso un nuovo paese non può essere una buona idea. Dovrei imparare come convertire i soldi.": "Moving to a new country may not have been a good idea. I should have learned how to convert the money.
Grazie molto.: Thank you very much.
Dovrei portare i vestiti più caldi.: I should have brought warmer clothes. ))
lascila illuminare il vostro corpo ablaze con la passione del ballo<<<<<<
"And let it light your body ablaze with the passion of the dance"
"And let it light your body ablaze with the passion of the dance"
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