Originally Posted by beppe
taberuet! i put my foot in the soup! 
What can I say? Nothing. What can I do? Prostrate my self at your feet and kiss the hem of your dress, imploring mercy oh kind and sweet lady.
Let me try an Italian angle:
Gentile signora, la sua bellezza mi ha accecato. La sua grazia mi lascia senza parole. Accetti, la prego, le mie umili scuse e voglia contarmi tra i suoi affezionati ammiratori. Un suo sorriso porterà gioia al mio cuore.
The Etruscan has a very good story. The other two ... From what I understand you are not that far from their country. I think that the places were they choose to live are among the finest in the world. I remember Tarquinia, the necropolis there lies exactly in the dimensionless space between earth and sky. A thematic trip to their country, for a lady of your culture and sensibility could be really of interest.  |