Each nationality seems to have it's own high and low points and when wishing for what I would really like to be I have to look at the world pool of what I like and dislike to help make up my mind as to how I could be drastically improved upon.
So here goes, I think a West Indian should have chosen my name, have you ever heard a West Indians name that did not sing? Then I would want to speak English with an Italian accent, very creamy, dreamy. My height would have to be of a Maasai warrior - tall and straight backed. The African black woman's ability to stand and walk properly in very high stiletto heals, another definite must.
An even English mixture of Oscar Wilde and William Shakespeare's ways with words and then the added ability of putting said words to the music of the great European composers, Handel and Beethoven in particular.
The attitude of so many North Americans that they are indeed the chosen ones, and perhaps they may well be! The unfreckled porcelain skin of a Scandinavian teenager, the piercing eyes of a Russian Cossack horseback dancer, the French style of fashion. The nomadic ways of a Bedouin tribesman, the tiny feet of a Chinese woman.
The mental precision of a Swiss watch, and the strength of a Canadian lumberjack. An Amazonians link to nature and the spirit world.
Hair, any colour but red, from anywhere. Passion from all the great poets that ever were.
An Irishman's laugh, the wisdom of an ancient Greek and an international attitude to just be me!!!
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