Sicilian Expressions Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stefano smiles as his cake is placed in front of him. Translations: Figlio- son Magnifico- magnificent Baciami- kiss me Vaffanculo- fuck off buon compleanno- happy birthday

"I said since you grew up in Italy, then you must be very good with Italian. Just say something, anything at all in Italian; I want to hear you speak" "So che mi stai mentendo e mi chiedo perché?" I deadpanned (I know you are lying to me and I wonder why?) Her smile widened "what does it mean? So che mi... What...huhhh...I can't get it right." Bouncing a little eagerly in her seat with her smile still permanently plastered on her face. "So... What does it mean?" "It means, one day I'll have to travel to Lebec just to experience their weather" I lied through my teeth.

This was the autopsy. “Your Italian is fluent, but you conjugate a reflexive verb in the past tense like someone from Rome, not Sicily. You knew the sfincione (spongy), but you didn’t know the old women call the festival ‘a festa i ri zitu’ (feast), the festival of the little children. A local term.” His voice was a soft, relentless blade. “You fight like you’ve been trained to disarm and subdue, not to kill and survive. And you have the situational awareness of a federal agent on a controlled stakeout, not a street kid from Newark.”

Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled.

If I didn’t waver, Catalina would be dead now, but I proved him right; he expected me to be a failure. “I just… I never thought you would keep something like that from me, especially after you claim to love me,” she says, impaling me with her words. “And I do… I do so love you, but—” “Nuddu si pigghia si un si rassumigghia,” I recite the old Sicilian saying, which means no one is attracted to who they do not resemble. “So what does that make you, Lucia?” Her eyes widen at what I am implying, and I sigh as I take her hands in mine. “We can talk about this later, just let me get you to a doctor, okay?”

Merda= Shit/ Crap. Bastardo = Bastard. Sii mio = Be mine. Impulsivo = Impulsive. Cazzo= Fuck. Ti amo = I love you. Sto per finire voi = I am going to end you. Venire = Come. Basta = Stop. Daninazione = Damn it. Prestante = Good looking. Neonata = Baby girl. Padre = Father. Samoan words: Talofa/ Malo = Hello. Fa = Bye

(How do you feel now) "Che cosa?" (What?) " Non era la risposta alla mia domanda" (That wasn't the answer to my question.) " Mi dispiace, signor cavalier" She apologized. (Am sorry, Mr knight. " " Sto bene, signore. "She replied. (I am okay, sir.) That wasn't the answer I was looking for, how would I put it? " Ti senti stanco e assonnato?" I went straight to the question. (Do you feel tired and sleepy?)

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

Her mind was telling her to stop him but her body wanted more, he moved from one nipple to the other circling one with his fingers and sucking the other ‘Oh my, oh my’ She moaned running her fingers through his hair, ‘Sei così bella, mia piccola rosa inglese. Ti farò mio, nessun altro uomo potrà toccarti. Noi siciliani siamo molto esigenti come scoprirete' [You are so beautiful, my little Bella. I am going to make you mine, no other man may touch you. We Sicilians are very demanding as you will find out]

I did recall hearing certain suggestive jokes, clearly meant for me to be overheard. “What do women and noodles have in common? Both wiggle when you eat them.” One of them had mentioned it just before the fourth class started. It still made no sense to me. Then the words like "Spurcacciuna", "Troia", and "Sgualdrina" were thrown my way. My Sicilian was rusty, but it was when I heard the word "Puttana" that I guessed the interpretation of the other words that were being hauled at me.