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The car full of children's books and mushy rolls of purple tulle. He lights a cigarette before leaving. Talking rabbits and fairies floating in a pool of oil.

stale hobbled into traffic Monday morning. Turn on the lights with the sun already high: she ceased to be night. Only, someone turned on the light.

Skinny legs. Barefoot on the floor. Lipstick smeared on his fleshy lips, red lipstick on the toenails. Baton rouge, would his friend with the phobia glazes and obsession for the warm colors (two sides of same coin).

The curtains open, the shutters opened, the family dinner in front of it. Lying, he sees them from below, he sees only the heads, open mouths swallow swallow swallow.

The closer you can see, objects.

let Cenini, do not bother us.

lights flashing from the opposite lane and a large hand, gnarled, shake the window. Distracted misses the greeting, but the sound of fingernails scratching the glass. A message arrives. Was it you? It was not me, not responding.

thoughts and feelings still imbued with darkness.

The curtains open, her legs parted, the plot to reveal that sex is a peach pit. Mouths open, moaning, groaning, they are silent.

neighbors have closed the shutters, he notes.

They have the old fixtures, enter draft.

His shadow fills the room, merges with blacks clothes scattered on the floor. Li keys one by one, to do with a thief. Some wear them. Sneaks out the front door just in time: the dawn comes. There is only one light on throughout the building. He turns to look, has a rapid railings and balconies, its synapses draw plans.

The light comes from an open window on the second floor, lit up, and inside a figure that brushing your teeth. Long hair, blonde, in head playboy bunny ears. Feels to be observed, laying the toothbrush and looks out. He sees her head on the pavement up. Waves his hand.

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Monday night, Rice

will be that mother has never been a fanatic of the pasta (when I felt my classmates that eat every day, opens his eyes !). Maybe because Mom always liked so much rice and soups / soups.
Will that prevailed at home :-) a democratic regime, pasta if they have always eaten a little (even meatballs, but that did not like my dad. preferences to the table and my Sista, never received).

will all these things together, since I live alone so I eat pasta and not once a week. As before, in fact. And the other day? Other days, other grains (which does not mean different sizes of pasta!).

begin Monday. I put aside recipes (for lunch) or not (for dinner) fast, so I know what I can dwell in the kitchen. Some I have already tried with satisfaction. More on this post for the sign not to lose sight of, and experience in the coming weeks. The common denominator is not particularly laborious: Monday is already hard for her, even going to complicate the beginning of the week in the kitchen no, eh!
The recipes include many different kinds of rice: basmati, full, red, thai, Venus. Rather more difficult to breed a carnaroli or classic risotto recipes. This change not only for corn, not just varieties of the same cereal, but also how to cook it. What
tap tonight? At a quick glance at the pantry:
+ leek (I have it)

+ pine nuts (also)

+ gorgonzola dolce (gift of Sista)

- anchovies (vegetarian, am) =

not one, but 4 cats sweet tooth!

for breakfast (or snack)
The Brussels sprouts: The rice cake grandmother Amalia
Bloody Kitchen Kitchen: Fried rice
Calycanthus's Kitchen: Rice pudding with almonds
Poppy: Rice Pudding and Vanilla Rose
: Risolatte vanilla, in an instant!

FOR LUNCH
Comida de mama: Basmati cardamom cinnamon and ginger Curcuma

: flattened rice with chickpeas

Labna: Mjadra
The cook petulant: rice and zucchini
My cooking in India: Rice with avocado
Mint and licorice: Four cereals with chicory, garlic and chilli oil
Something red: rice salad mixed cheese, fresh herbs and pears of St. Peter

FOR LUNCH THE DAY AFTER
Photos and rings: Tomatoes with rice
Via delle Rose: Stuff

FOR DINNER
Al edible food: Rice Venus in green cream
The cat greedy: red rice with leek gorgonzola and pine nuts
Naked Lunch: Rice fried ginger
Bloody Kitchen Kitchen: Thai Rice
beluga lentils and a touch of ginger: Kasturi Basmati rice with asparagus and herbs
Vanilla: evening Pumpkin Risotto

Soup kitchen
Courier: Risi e bisi
Fiordisale: soup with rice, potatoes and chickpeas
Wennycara: The rice soup, home

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Lip - Shameless

After an absence long enough - the cause is only ever work - I come back with yet another TV series.
My faithful purveyor has recommended to me, and I recommend it to you, as per routine.
It's called "Shameless ," and if I have to describe in few words, I say "Even Seven" - that Christians who were trying to pimp pouring out, years ago, at lunchtime - with the addition of so many asses and many boobs.

Alcohol, drugs, sex, crime, political incorrect.
The usual things, in fact.

brazenly shameless.

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N (i) eve

They said it was snowing.
There will be enough to make a snowman?, I wondered in 85, while the van asylum skated on icy roads making us bounce from one seat to another. The snow piled by the roadside was high, the window you could see only white.
What we arrived at our stop we understood from the very top of the caps under there. Sista was one of the unmistakable red wool and thick, with three top fusilli (named species pompom dangling from the side. Also was a good fork, I).
step taken since the momentum to do a cannonball. Departing from the bus, stops breathing at maximum suspension in a vacuum, as if he were guilty of the air that the lungs swell, if I got down. Fit the après fluorescent pink powder snow, poof, without feeling the impact on the ground. Contact with the gloves-Sista, direction home.

Yellow, the van slid away with the same pace that I recognized years later in gattobus Totoro . Fame, his cap with the fusilli Sista. Sci-Fi, the fabric of the gloves and snow boots. Sun, the snow is too high to be contaminated by machinery or the soles of his shoes, stood still to make walls and reflect the sky.
Away father was waiting for us. Santa next to a snowman on top of me twice, perfect, with a carrot nose and coal for eyes, teeth, hat and buttons. Perfect. When he saw us, pulled the ubiquitous cigarette from his mouth and stared at her between the teeth of the other puppet.
We entered the gate that I still had not uttered a word. So, how? "He asked. La Sista looked at us, proud of creating an accomplice.

was. There were no words to explain, was to take a run to give him a kick on the pink belly, because when I was out in the morning there was only snow, now was the perfect snow, and there they could say, Annalisa Leonardo to me that we played the usual games, to return immediately, they were important things going on? Mica right. The foot trembled in rage après futuristic.
Silence is not part of my code. The relatives put on alert immediately implement the contingency plan: do not feel that cold out there, it was irresponsible to make you stay here with us to work. Look, our hands are bruised (off the gloves and risking the immediate freezing of the extremities). And then, we wanted to surprise you.
useless. Anger duplicate, which was not only my brother, the perfect snow, even one that had forged my mark. It was perfect. Just a perfect big can do things like that. The totem of ice I looked down, smiling, as if to say, jump kicks, do not take me.
One of them tried a new road. Missing the most important thing, they said. The truce took
foot furiously, and slowed. What, hissed without questioning tone and eye slit.
missing name. How do you want to call it?
arms, fatigue that were crossed between the layers of t-shirt sweater coat apron, disbanded. Inhale deeply. Around on myself to see if what I ran around could be helpful. There was only snow. So, we call it! I cried.
Since then, the patriarch and his numerous descendants of snow all took the same name. Ippolito Nievo , the street behind the house.