Sunday, November 29, 2009

Shooting Of Tharakh Mathea

Joyeux Noël The inconstancy of the time silent

is one that takes you suddenly one night or early morning. You know you are inside. In things, spaces, movements. Yet to see what you leave to go outside, you would like but you can not stop.
time passes you in the silent hours of the day. They ask thee about too many unnecessary things and you he responds with silence. Like here. But things have happened. To whisper little things, things to see and hear from the heart. Things to say, calmly and inconstancy. How do you treat broken, dots of a single large design which can be discerned form at the end, when they join and recognizing say ah, here.

pie dough cauliflower
Clean, wash and split the tops of cavolfiore.Lessarle, drain very well and brown them in a pan with a knob of butter. Season with salt and pepper. Apart from preparing the mixture with the eggs (one egg at a time), the montasio and grated parmesan. pour half the milk, two or three tablespoons of breadcrumbs, leave to absorb. Boil in salted water the pasta al dente enough holding Once cooked, drain the pasta well and add it to the mixture. If it is too dry, add some more 'milk. Mix well and pour into a greased mold. Bake in water bath in a preheated oven at 180 degrees for one hour. Remove, let rest a few minutes, then unmold on serving platter.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Purposely Rude Restaurants

Per Aspera ...



... AD ASTRA







I want all my Stars


Sunday, November 1, 2009

How Long Until Nystatin Cream Expires

Solitudes




"My poetry
is brisk as the fire passes through my fingers like a rosary
I do not pray because I am a poet

of misfortune that is silent, at times, the pains of giving birth in the hours, the poet
are screaming and playing with his cries, the poet are
singing, can not find words,
are dry straw over which beats the sound
are the lullaby that makes the children cry, are
vainglory, which drops,
the mantle of a long metal
prayer of mourning the past he has not seen the light. "




Alda Merini from" The Fox and the curtain "


And as always, those who have something to say really
leave this Earth ...
RIP