Obviously bello/a/e/i can mean beautiful, pretty, or handsome, but I'm confused by its common use. I see it used a lot to just mean nice or good, I get it sometimes, like how "cantante bella" means "good singer," but what's stopping that from meaning "beautiful singer" as in looks rather than talent? What are all the meanings of bello/bella and how do you tell when it means what?
This is funny because I was literally thinking about that earlier.
In italian, the two meanings sort of overlap, but as you said “bello” primarily refers to someone’s or something’s beauty, although it can sometimes translate to “nice”, “pleasing” in English. So how can you tell the difference? Context.
First of all, I personally wouldn’t use “bello” to describe a singer. Instead I’d use “bravo”, meaning “nice” as in “talented”, e.g.
- è un bravo attore (he’s a good actor)
- è una brava cantante (she’s a good singer)
- sono veramente brave (they’re really good = talented)
So if you said “è un bel cantante” I’d think you’re commenting on his appearance.
Usually, we use “bello/brutto” when talking about the weather, e.g.
- il tempo è bello oggi (the weather is nice today)
or when expressing wishes, desires, etc, e.g.
- sarebbe bello se… (it’d be nice if…)
We also use “bello” when talking about inanimate things or thoughts like poems, songs, ideas, analyses, clothes, books, films, personalities, sunglasses, anything, e.g.
- è una bella canzone (it’s a nice/good song)
- è una bella idea (it’s a nice idea)
- ha dei begli occhi (s/he has nice/very nice eyes)
- non è bello (it’s not nice)
Attention: “bello” can never mean “nice” as in “kind”; “un bel ragazzo” does not mean “a kind boy”; it means “a good-looking boy”. On the other hand though, “una bella persona” means “a very good person”.
Tip: you can intesify any adjective (only a few are irregular) by adding the suffix -issimo/i/a/e to the stem. So you’d have bellissimo/i/a/e, which would translate as “very beautiful/nice/good”.
Hope this was helpful! Feel free to send me more grammar-related questions.
a sigh, Gohan hung his head and sat back against the house wall next
to his father. Why they were huddled like this outside the house,
under a window even, he didn’t know, but he assumed he would find out
soon. They were both dressed for a casual outing, Gohan in the long
white shirt, his father in his favorite black and orange jacket. Even
with the Cell Games approaching, they were taking so much time to
relax instead of train. It was a little disconcerting, though he
wanted to trust his father and maybe being so casual in their Super
Saiyan states was part of the training.
there she goes,” Goku whispered, teal eyes closing as he pointed
above his shock of blond hair toward the window. “You hear that,
Gohan tilted his head. “Uhm. Hear what?”
father smiled, bringing a finger to his lips. “Listen.”
Gohan had to give his father a strange look, raising his eyebrow. And
then he sighed. Maybe if he played the game, too, he’d understand. A
part of him wanted to remind his dad that he wasn’t some little kid
anymore. Playing pretend wasn’t exactly something he did for fun,
though it was a little nostalgia for his earliest memories of playing
with his dad and all. But still…
came to an abrupt standstill as his ears picked up something very
real. Something he had heard and enjoyed before, most especially when
he was in his room studying and he could hear the soft sounds
filtering down from the rest of the house.
singing,” he said, turning to his father. “Is that all?”
blinked at him and then smiled. “Yeah. Pretty neat, huh?”
sings all the time, Dad.”
eyes stared back at him as if he had just announced some crazy news.
“What? She does?”
Gohan nodded. “All the time. I can hear her when I’m studying.
Didn’t you know?”
shook his head. “No, I…I have to catch her at it.”
he supposed that made sense. Come to think of it, even though Gohan
had heard his mom sing a lot around the house, she rarely – if ever
– did around his father. And she rarely kept at it once she
realized Gohan was listening in, too. Must not have liked having an
audience, even if it was family.
should tell her,” Gohan said. “You know, tell her that you like
eyes blinked, then a hand waved in the air as his father got to his
feet, brushing at the grass stains on his pants. “Nah, I don’t
think it’ll make much difference. Besides, it’s fun catching her when
she thinks I’m not listening. It’s almost…purer that way.”
you say, Dad.
his father to his feet, Gohan smiled. At least he knew some other
little thing that his dad admired about his mom. It was always nice
finding those. He could remember arguing with Krillin and Bulma on
the way to Namek when it came to his parents, their belief that Goku
couldn’t possibly be in love, as if they didn’t expect him to
understand everything. Well, they were wrong. He was sure of it. And
it was moments like this – hanging out under a window to spy on
Chi-Chi’s singing of all things – that really made Gohan believe
his dad had those feelings. Even if he didn’t always show it in the
dance piece, floatin’ - sh*t kingz original choreography x ( 0.30-1.50 ) moves are mostly like noppo’s ( front, right )
he walks in without hesitation, a calm look pulled over his face. auditions are not something he’s used to, but all his life he’s always wanted to become an idol. so far, he has not given two cents into actually auditioning. maybe, all this time he has actually been waiting for someone to scout him. after all, jeon wonwoo has always regarded himself as someone that people want to approach, instead of being the actual instigator of a conversation (unless it’s a cute girl who’s caught his attention).
OKAY. ALL I WANT. IS A CUTE EMO BOY WHO HAS A LIP PIERCING AND SOME TATTOOS AND CAN SING LIKE AN ANGEL AND HAS LONGISH BLACK HAIR AND HES KIND OF SHY BUT HES REALLY SWEET AND FUNNY AFTER YOU GET TO KNOW HIM. CAN I HAVE THAT?!