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Friendship

Friendship

No gift.

Not even a flower.

Friendship is a pomegranate

well protected from the peel.

But in many grains:

red, sweet ...

And we are rich.

Friendship is a precious commodity that - sometimes - is disguised in various forms.

As in this story:

Long live the friendship

On Wednesday, the day free to Cristina, a professor of letters, he was always dedicated to the great cleaning of the beautiful house, with her husband, Umberto, had purchased some years earlier.

The house, a charming cottage situated on a hill overlooking the sea, spread over three floors and requires, in addition to the efforts of the owner, also the help of a maid for some time was used for the most heavy.

One Wednesday in May, Agnes, the placid domestic workers of color, was taken to the shutters of the bedroom on the second floor when someone rang the cancello.Cristina, caparisoned with yellow rubber gloves, scarf-saving set-in-turn, and tank vacuum cleaner in hand, stood near the front door and, without thinking a minute, looked out to see who he was.

A distinguished man, looking oddly familiar, asked politely: "Good morning. I am a friend of Umberto Sideri. E 'in the house? "" With all the wasters, cheaters, crooks in the movement, who is this? "Thought Christina, but all he said only:" No ".

"Excuse me," the man continued, "is very important for me to see Mr. Sideri, I wait? "" I'm an old friend " and continued: "My name is Paul Damari."

"This is the familiar air," said he Cristina.Infatti, her husband often mentioned this friend, whose memory was mixed with disappointment for the many jokes suffered, being - as he said - full of verve and a nerve invidiabile.Conservava still some old snapshots depicting them together, and occasionally looked at his wife. Cristina smiled to himself and listened to respond: "Sir Umberto nun there .. We want you to wait, get away. Can I call him to tilefuno. "" Thank you, I'd be very happy to wait. "The man said and started to enter." Excuse me, Mr. Umberto married. There is not even the lady? "" No. Yes there is but you do not like not be here. Impignata always, always co 'nerves and I always clean, kitchen, wash ... .. I attendant lord .... "

" Do not say that, "said Paul," she takes too many secrets. You do not want me to believe that Mr. Umberto is a carer day and night? "And stressed" night "with a mischievous smile.

Cristina did not know how to stop the drama .... maormai there and might as well complete the prank that Umberto would repay all of those suffered in his youth. "No, I'm not too familiar, and I only really true. I also bado Lord Umberto night. "

Paul looked carefully at the woman." But, "he thought to himself" is a pretty good Donnino, the caregivers day and night. It is good Mr. Umberto ... "" .. and sorry, "he asked rather loudly, smiling," The pay well? "" Pay me? "Cristina's eyes widened and here he had already grown up," He paid me? I pay him. Every month I give him two thousand euros .... "

" He's kidding. ... "Paul said when we entered the room, Agnes, with a silk slip black hand. "Umberto Lord says you always leave your clothes on her bed .... ". Paul was stunned, but the old verve had the upper hand: "Excuse me, but for only a thousand euros, would not minded to change? "

After all friendship is made of small gestures. Like this, in fact.

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was a gentleman very refined:

high, distinct, even grizzled.

Just a hint, an air of suspicion ....

dark glasses in the middle of that face

seemed a reminder of tragedy ....

The suit - quality workmanship -

had something of an evil eye.

The black cat he saw in the distance.

curb his sometimes happy and carefree.

climbed up in a hurry, panting.

The man passed.

He threw only one eye on that cat ...

say that it was so quite a big cat ...

Black, shiny, with a mustache from stinking ....

pity that people states always

black cat that is the cause of an accident ....

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Pasta And they say salt

hands in the pie. One way to tell, but also do. Here's a fun way to spend time with children, grandchildren or simply with themselves, recovering the memory of our first attempts at creativity certainly carried out by children, with homemade pasta from our mothers.

doses for the salt dough: one cup of flour, a cup of salt to the ground blender, a few teaspoon of PVA glue, any color temperature. And then have fun with your imagination.

Here are some pieces made over the past years.

It seems appropriate to attempt to bring the potential creative , described in a short story, titled :

When History repeats itself

At the material time, Catherine was five years old.

Drop Dead Gorgeous, with eyes as blue as turquoise and vitality impossible reggersi.La grandmother, a sleek sixties, trying to stem a lot of childish exuberance and committing to new games that day, "Grandma, we make cookies? "

Time was, flour well and ..." unfortunate said "my grandmother, although not named Gertrude and a nun were Monza lacked a little infanticide with the aggravating circumstance of kin.

grandmother's cooking: do you remember those famous photographers to depict the interior design magazines? More ....

tidy, clean, attention to detail, splendid.

Already the setback of a phone call from a cousin in Australia should have been put on alert, but so, sometimes you underestimate the warning signs that would save us from the tragedies ...

Proceed order.

"Cookies with stencils, Grandma, please!"

blue eyes, a disarming smile, the little face of an angel, and "Sold, let's prepare bocconotti.

These cakes, called bocconotti, consist of small bowls of pasta filled with chocolate or cream.

The pasta bowls are obtained lined molds that, in houses once were of copper and, in general, aligned prominently on the walls of the kitchen.

That's right. were aligned and in plain sight in the kitchen of the grandmother of Catherine.

Poor Grandma: Take the stairs, climb the ladder, take the molds, come down the stairs, washing the molds, the molds dry ... Cathy scolds that "playing" with the molds and the battery begins to worrying signs of gaiety.

But the grandmother's love was great.

"Mix the ground almonds with sugar, cocoa, lemon peel and cinnamon and cooked must. "

"What is the cost motto, Grandma?" Catherine asked surprised.

"No, no, baby," the grandmother said, laughing, pointing to a bottle with a dark liquid.

"The cooked must is a particular wine that we use for desserts that appeal to you" "Taste," he continued, dropping a drop on the finger of the girl, "is sweet," Catherine licked his finger and continued in his crucial help in the preparation of sweet: he break the bag of flour that is gently laid on the chairs and the floor, not to mention it's also put on his shoes and those of her grandmother, who, strangely, did not like the attention.

went with the eggs, the four needed for the recipe, went eight for the vehemence of the child in attending to his duties to source from the fridge.

grandmother, already flushed and his hair disheveled, tried to stay calm and happy little girl who watched, walked up and down the kitchen, with the good intention of spreading good for the remainder flour, the words that had no other ambition than to remain on the kitchen table, where he served as not to stick diskettes pasta.Fu at that moment that Catherine discovered the art and talent for sculpture.

From that shapeless dough was able to shape chicks, letters, dolls, balls, bracelets, as trophies, were gradually placed on the sink and on the chairs.

bad I do not always stay where Catherine and put them somewhere so it happened that creation was ended, by accident, even in his shoes or in some drawer where fraternized with cutlery and napkins.

The grandmother, red face was becoming flushed, but Catherine was busy washing up the kitchen for my grandmother had messed up.

Trying to wash the pot used to mix the filling, it was up - without causing disturbance to the grandmother who wept with joy, perhaps the result of sweets - one of the four remaining Thonet chairs, up to that day, had the original cane.

Catherine was good at and not fall readily clings to the faucet of the sink which, inappropriately, or perhaps a manufacturing defect? \u200b\u200bis unscrewed from its original location and it matched a fountain in the gardens of Versailles.

"This is too much," said the grandmother, thinking of running as the practices of unworthiness and disinherit her niece.

The kitchen, or rather "what" that was the kitchen, Casamicciola resembled the aftermath of the earthquake that bocconotti luck, mercifully covered with a cloth, were safe and waiting for it to cool , had been put on the table in the living room.

"At least this" thought his grandmother, while she swallowed 10 drops of calming. "Caterina, come here," he called soon after, fearing that the silence of the little girl was a forerunner of new trouble.

"Granny, the cost is good motto to Barbie?" Catherine asked for a free apron and with his eyes strangely bright turquoise become

"How to" also "?" suspected Grandma "You drank the wine."

"No, I did not drink, I lick the apron who was fouled when the bottle fell. But now I've washed the apron and I put everything in place, "replied Catherine seraphic.

The whole place was in a bathroom tub filled to the brim with a Barbie like Ophelia floating in the river while the cooked must bubble bath overflowed on the floor.

fortunate that Catherine had the foresight unrolled all the toilet paper to absorb water and hold the gutter that was started quietly to the floor of the bedroom.

"Ca-te-ri-naaaaaa! It should be 'right away, I do not know what I could get. "

"Poor grandma," Catherine thought "maybe he was tired of making cakes and trying to be compliant in salotto.Si went quiet and looked around, not to soil the delicate-colored sofas cream, sat on the coffee table.

"I bocconotti" was told by her grandmother.

Catherine turned and as he watched the chopped bocconotti under the towel, not understood why her grandmother looked at her in a way ... in a way ... There was a scream: "Help, my grandmother is turning as the Hulk!"

August 24, 1572: The Massacre of the Huguenots

August 24, 1972: The massacre of Bocconotti

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Joy is a small thing

Joy is a small thing

a gesture, a smell, a smile.

And his eyes light up to embrace the whole world.

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If

Leonardo, Raphael , Rembrandt, Durer , Goya ,....

to name the most famous.

If - I put before the if , please take this into account - you should feel the need for a new artist ... here's some work that (by accident) I'm home.

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The black cat

The black cat that crosses your path,

is not a harbinger of troubles and setbacks. When he passes, he says quietly

"is' close ',' today is not day." And you, conversely, how the spare parts?

steering gears in a hurry, make a turn off,

go in reverse and take a little road ...

And now you find it there, waiting for calm.

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Only a flower

fragrant flower that you let yourself enjoy

in the splendor of a morning April!

Your full color will soon

emotion

stratificherà a memory of that life.

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About Ophyland ....

About ophy land ...

a place to share:

• Joy
• Fantasia
• Humor
• Creativity

This blog is born today, January 13, and is therefore under the sign of Capricorn .

horoscope suggests: Even in everyday life, routine, see the opportunity to learn something new: you are full of curiosity. This is the time for speaking in public.

Good. First things first:

"It was a dark and stormy night ...." (and here we heard a big noise of chairs moving and ... )

- Fade -

End of a great career