mads
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| posted on 23/7/11 at 06:56 PM |
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does anyone speak italian or know any italian poem/verses
Evening all,
I was wondering if anyone on here from Italy or have knowledge of italian culture? I have been asked to be one of the best men at my friend's
wedding and will be doing the best man speech. The wedding will be in Italy and I want to close my speech with a verse or poem in Italian (have
already googled how to do the toast part). I want something sentimental but not corny and it sound nice in both italian/english. Does anyone know of
any italian verses or poems that I could use? or if someone could point me to an appropriate site?
Thanking you all in advance.
Mads
We gain knowledge faster than we do wisdom!
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in
sideways, thoroughly used, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming... "f*ck, what a trip!"
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Ninehigh
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| posted on 23/7/11 at 09:04 PM |
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How about this?
quote:
I will perform the opening prayer in the New Latin. Oh ordlay, ivethgay usway ouryay essingsblay. Amen-ay!
DO NOT consider this if the family are Italian!
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scudderfish
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| posted on 24/7/11 at 06:54 AM |
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Un cantante che venne da Milano
Aveva privati ​​fatti di Meccano.
Ha sangue bass-tenore, lo scopo
Svitando un dado
Poteva anche arrivare mezzosoprano
Googling limericks and Google Translate 
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mads
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| posted on 24/7/11 at 09:31 AM |
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lol both! Thankfully his family are not italian.
Scudderfish... this is what google translates it back into:
A singer who came from Milan
He had made ​​private Meccano.
He has low blood-content, purpose
Unscrewing a nut
He could also get mezzo
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02GF74
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| posted on 26/7/11 at 06:06 PM |
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If all fails, there is always this:
The Italian who went to Malta
(read with Italian accent, those who cannot, suffer !)
One day ima gonna Malta to bigga hotel. Ina morning I go down to eat breakfast. I tella waitress I wanna two pissis toast. She brings me only one
piss. I tella her I want two piss. She say go to the toilet. I say, you no understand, I wanna wee onna my plate. She say you better no wee onna
plate, you sonna ma bitch. I don't even know the lady and she call me sonna me bitch !!
Later I go to eat at a bigga restaurant. The waitress brings me a spoon and a knife, but no fock. I tella her I wanna fock. She tell me everyone wanna
fock. I tell her you no understand, I wanna fock on the table. She say you better not fock on the table, you sonna ma bitch.
So, I go back to my room inna hotel and there is no shits onna my bed. I call the manager and tella him I wanna shit. He tell me to go to toilet. I
say you no understand. I wanna poo on my bed. He say you better not poo onna bed, you sonna ma bitch.
I go to the checkout and the man at the desk say: "Peace on you". I say wee on you too, you sonna ma bitch, I gonna back to Italy!!!
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T66
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| posted on 26/7/11 at 06:12 PM |
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why not find a poem you like, then translate it...on goggle translator ?
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