Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Why Do My Balls Hurt When I Bend Down
"Between sky and earth"
Cipriano Algor ... did not stay more than three minutes, was smart enough not to need to tell him that it was important not to sit still, with or without prayers, looking at a tomb, the important thing was coming, what matters is the journey that was done, a journey that is the path if you acknowledge that you are extending your contemplation is noted for yourself or, even worse, because you expect that you observe.
Jose Saramago The Cave
Cipriano Algor ... did not stay more than three minutes, was smart enough not to need to tell him that it was important not to sit still, with or without prayers, looking at a tomb, the important thing was coming, what matters is the journey that was done, a journey that is the path if you acknowledge that you are extending your contemplation is noted for yourself or, even worse, because you expect that you observe.
Jose Saramago The Cave
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narcissus
The night wind runs into the forest
cold and the moon in the clear sky lights
meadows asleep:
sunflowers
fall asleep on the shoulders of daisies.
The night I wander lonely in the forest
;
in my nebulous
silence a sound comes from the past
me all the time: the echo of love
bells ringing in the narcissus
lonely next to the river, reflecting in
'
rippling water. 
The night wind runs into the forest
cold and the moon in the clear sky lights
meadows asleep:
sunflowers
fall asleep on the shoulders of daisies.
The night I wander lonely in the forest
;
in my nebulous
silence a sound comes from the past
me all the time: the echo of love
bells ringing in the narcissus
lonely next to the river, reflecting in
'
rippling water.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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Vitainunsecondo
Seizing the salt crystallizes from the seabed
questions
continuously;
my life flows
fuoritempo:
is brain exercise
for uncertain
to lick the sky with the head
and around the world with one hand. 
Seizing the salt crystallizes from the seabed
questions
continuously;
my life flows
fuoritempo:
is brain exercise
for uncertain
to lick the sky with the head
and around the world with one hand.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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view of inspiration and float in the air in which we are immersed nel'ambiente .... cogliamole! The kitchen
Beneee ............! last summer after a hard fall to me enjoying the island of Elba. Now I can get closer to its natural rhythms and more tourists to its non-authentic made of silence broken by the wind, drenched beaches of saline and marked only by the trampling of the gulls, and a clear sky filled with clouds that touch the horizon just as the sea gray, but sometimes blue and clear as the summer is never seen. Oh yes, the sea ..... I am sick of the sea and in the sea I am meeting every time I try calling me just like today. After the hail of recent days has finally arrvata the "expired". I'd seen him last night that the wind was fading and then wake up this morning at a quarter to six and, after wearing the suit, I loaded the rest of the equipment in the car and fled to seek the best place to dive. After a sirocco need to go in the south where the sea is "long" and slams the coast again wearily. There are areas where the visibility, while still low, allows the possibility to fish and usually this is the ideal situation because the octopus taken from the sea by building new nests and the fish starts to turn in search of food. The still rich in water features, the suspension and the foam produced by the lapping waves offer an ideal hiding place .....
I was right! eight bream, a couple of Trigliona and ten octopuses. Not bad, indeed I would say excellent fishing and taser you eat ELBA !!!!!
"What can I prepare?" I was wondering, while the hunchback pile in the garden, cleaned the fish. A wood fire, in the near field, brought fresh air an 'inviting aroma of barbecued. I adore to prepare something exclusively to satisfy myself and my tastes now that are released from routine work, while seeing in the conception of self in the creation of menus and dishes, requires me to pay attention to the needs guests who have eating habits and taste very different from each other. What binds me to cook balancing and mediating the flavors.
While I cleaned the fish's eye fell on the lilac flowers of a plant catmint beyond the moat. The choice of tonight's dinner is coming inevitably spontaneous and natural: sburrita of octopus and red mullet beautiful Calabrian soft piquant Sauce accompanied by slices of toasted bread and garlic well and good to complete ... Grilled sea bream (obviously not true of burning coal). I just have to find some friends to invite leading a good wine but I do not think this is difficult. We'll see what comes out, I'm curious to taste the soup !!!!!! 
Beneee ............! last summer after a hard fall to me enjoying the island of Elba. Now I can get closer to its natural rhythms and more tourists to its non-authentic made of silence broken by the wind, drenched beaches of saline and marked only by the trampling of the gulls, and a clear sky filled with clouds that touch the horizon just as the sea gray, but sometimes blue and clear as the summer is never seen. Oh yes, the sea ..... I am sick of the sea and in the sea I am meeting every time I try calling me just like today. After the hail of recent days has finally arrvata the "expired". I'd seen him last night that the wind was fading and then wake up this morning at a quarter to six and, after wearing the suit, I loaded the rest of the equipment in the car and fled to seek the best place to dive. After a sirocco need to go in the south where the sea is "long" and slams the coast again wearily. There are areas where the visibility, while still low, allows the possibility to fish and usually this is the ideal situation because the octopus taken from the sea by building new nests and the fish starts to turn in search of food. The still rich in water features, the suspension and the foam produced by the lapping waves offer an ideal hiding place .....
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| here it is the catch of the day |
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| clean the fish while I think about how to prepare and let myself from the influence |
While I cleaned the fish's eye fell on the lilac flowers of a plant catmint beyond the moat. The choice of tonight's dinner is coming inevitably spontaneous and natural: sburrita of octopus and red mullet beautiful Calabrian soft piquant Sauce accompanied by slices of toasted bread and garlic well and good to complete ... Grilled sea bream (obviously not true of burning coal). I just have to find some friends to invite leading a good wine but I do not think this is difficult. We'll see what comes out, I'm curious to taste the soup !!!!!!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Bathroom Colors Orange
Nottetempo
The verses of the other
I stick him with amazement remembering.
I try and try again,
iron and wilderness, I do
lost, but I live
a foothold.
The Moon ranicchia clothes on his back:
I can not grasp the meaning
flows so the answer in the morning light, like the stars
riding the sky. 
The verses of the other
I stick him with amazement remembering.
I try and try again,
iron and wilderness, I do
lost, but I live
a foothold.
The Moon ranicchia clothes on his back:
I can not grasp the meaning
flows so the answer in the morning light, like the stars
riding the sky.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Proposal For Fitness Center
Moments unknown
If I think about my future and my eyes are closed
Heavy
not know my next steps,
ne 'What will I learn to rejoice;
perhaps my only child will live
in my verses, perhaps
will touch the shores of rivers and remote
thoughts of strangers;
that will end?
I do not know the answer but I know that it comes slowly
day after day. 
If I think about my future and my eyes are closed
Heavy
not know my next steps,
ne 'What will I learn to rejoice;
perhaps my only child will live
in my verses, perhaps
will touch the shores of rivers and remote
thoughts of strangers;
that will end?
I do not know the answer but I know that it comes slowly
day after day.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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Tits Wet Light
The rain beats on the roofs
flowing away with the dirt, I
from behind the misted glass
are dry and leaden:
show my sadness with tears of the sky, while thunder and
, I wonder when will
this persistent rain. 
The rain beats on the roofs
flowing away with the dirt, I
from behind the misted glass
are dry and leaden:
show my sadness with tears of the sky, while thunder and
, I wonder when will
this persistent rain.
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Light, oh light
not go away, waiting with me
the smell of the coming winter: the snow in the mouth
tell the moon
that with you next
I'm not afraid of the dark
.
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emotional Hotel Grouper away
we wanted! It was time: I write are months of emotions "reflected" available from the kitchen that I have the pleasure to taste and continue to amaze and delight me with memories, stories, suggestions related to this beautiful island .... but I always missed the other element, as exciting, which is more creative and decisive: that of the DO. For obvious reasons, do not prepare food in the summer, but now that the quiet of autumn and the closure of the hotel brought me back to the warmth of my home and to regain possession of my intimate, resurface the "old pleasures."
I find great satisfaction in being able to entertain friends (who season are often brought to overlook), share food and time with the patients, recovering areas of the self that inevitably season are compressed. Relaxes me and I enjoy preparing food, I find that it is a silent yet full of meaning and "unspoken words" to express gratitude, joy and festive feelings. In doing so often I smile because I discover a wide range of pleasurable sensations in words (although I have always held a big talker) and that instead I can hardly express the act of kneading, mixing or simply designing a plate, come out in a natural way.
This reasoning is this joyful riot of intent, you'll see, are the ABC's "emotional cuisine" here at CERN, but the thing that really excites me more .... is that it is a way of interpreting and propose that the kitchen does not have fathers or mothers, "but belongs to everyone. In
Michele Nardi I found the ability to clearly express this in a context that is related to catering logic often far from everything, combining technical knowledge and a passion and ability to play the game ... but the kitchen and emotional 'within us. It 'a language that we learn as children, when we make our very first experience of love (the mother who takes care of us, for example) and continues to develop his alphabet at every opportunity to share.
Here today, thanks to the wonderful day and my desire to find good friends after the long summer break, I started the kitchen to prepare their dinner.
I had a pumpkin (very beautiful), which was given to me and I noticed that the fields are found in abundance in this season of my beloved herbs and thought I'd give to them the scent of autumn "wrinkled". So I wanted to prepare the pumpkin gnocchi that condirò with the scents and colors of my favorite season ......
At this point I just to grasp the trash and go for herbs. I will try to implement some of the lessons received in recent years and will serve my dinner with great affection.
we wanted! It was time: I write are months of emotions "reflected" available from the kitchen that I have the pleasure to taste and continue to amaze and delight me with memories, stories, suggestions related to this beautiful island .... but I always missed the other element, as exciting, which is more creative and decisive: that of the DO. For obvious reasons, do not prepare food in the summer, but now that the quiet of autumn and the closure of the hotel brought me back to the warmth of my home and to regain possession of my intimate, resurface the "old pleasures."
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| One of my great pleasure this season (besides cooking) are the evenings at sea: the water temperature is wonderful and fantastic. Yesterday in Chiessi bathed ... I have only took the sun with bare feet. E 'this is the best season to visit the island Elba, I have no doubt |
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| The water is absolutely crystal clear ... |
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| crowded beaches are a distant memory and I enjoy the scent of the island in complete solitude |
This reasoning is this joyful riot of intent, you'll see, are the ABC's "emotional cuisine" here at CERN, but the thing that really excites me more .... is that it is a way of interpreting and propose that the kitchen does not have fathers or mothers, "but belongs to everyone. In
Michele Nardi I found the ability to clearly express this in a context that is related to catering logic often far from everything, combining technical knowledge and a passion and ability to play the game ... but the kitchen and emotional 'within us. It 'a language that we learn as children, when we make our very first experience of love (the mother who takes care of us, for example) and continues to develop his alphabet at every opportunity to share.
Here today, thanks to the wonderful day and my desire to find good friends after the long summer break, I started the kitchen to prepare their dinner.
I had a pumpkin (very beautiful), which was given to me and I noticed that the fields are found in abundance in this season of my beloved herbs and thought I'd give to them the scent of autumn "wrinkled". So I wanted to prepare the pumpkin gnocchi that condirò with the scents and colors of my favorite season ......
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| The various phases of the potatoes and squash, before being "reduced" in gnocchi |
I know, the comparison with Michael Nardi is impossible but the rest is not even sought: joy in the encounter, good intentions and desire to share a handful of stories (to recover the months of separation) will be the ingredients for my dinner with friends tonight .... for this reason, I can say now the kitchen's emotional Maciarello Grouper is moving in! GNAM:)
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