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Cjalsòns Krofin Timau

I will have already done a thousand praises of Friuli and I'll never enough. This time the occasion to say is ... greedy. Scarlett But you've eaten organized a beautiful collection dedicated to the memory of Gianni Cosetti, renowned chef of the restaurant "The Rome of Tolmezzo. It is a choice between a six recipes cjalsòns proposed by Ross, this volume New and Old Kitchen Carnia Cosetti the same. The cjalsòns or cjarsòns are the agnolotti with a sweet filling that is served with melted butter, morgje, and plenty of grated scuete fumade, smoked ricotta. Their sweet-salty fits perfectly for my taste, and then I have a soft spot for the smoked ricotta, which unfortunately I never found in Rome. My recent trip to Friuli allowed me then to prepare excellent cjarsòns with the right ingredients! I chose to prepare Cjarsons Krofin Timau why I was in Timau to eat the day before. We know that every country, every family has its own recipe of carnica cjarsòns, and in fact the ones I tasted at the restaurant "eight" more like the recipe of Cosetti Cjarlòns of Rualp (And I can say with certainty because the restaurant owner drove us to a tasting competition to try to understand the filling ingredients, and eventually moved to pity them there he said:)). After the recipe, you will find some pictures of Timau and restaurant "eight" , unmissable destination for anyone who wants to taste real cjarsòns.



Cjalsòns Krofin Timau

Ingredients:
for pasta
250 g flour 00
warm water

salt to taste 1 egg for brushing
for the filling
300 g potato

1 onion 50 g butter
20 g of cinnamon (I assume it is a mistake, I personally added 2-3 tablespoons)
100 g raisins
100 g of sugar
a pinch of salt and pepper
a pinch of dried mint for seasoning

80 g butter 100 g
smoked ricotta

Procedure:
Prepare the dough mixing the flour with water and salt, then let it rest for about 20 minutes. To make the stuffing boiled potatoes, Strain the mixture and mix with the onion, you have done previously dried in butter with cinnamon, raisins, sugar, mint and lemon zest and add salt and pepper. Roll out the dough with a rolling pin, cut out discs with a diameter of about 7 cm on each disk and place a tablespoon of filling. Brush so hard with the beaten egg, fold them in half and close them by pressing the edges well. Throw the cjalsòns in boiling salted water, just come to collect them afloat with a slotted spoon, Dispose of in a hot pan and then toss with melted butter, grated cheese, a pinch of cinnamon and a little sugar.





Timau is a fraction of the town of Paluzza in the province of Udine. The area is infamous for the bloody clashes that occurred in its territory during the First World War. All historical and geographic information can be found here: www.timau.it . The site acts as a sounding board to a very important historical figure of the Great War: that of carniche carriers, women who during the war carrying essential items to the soldiers who fought in the mountains on his shoulders to 40 kg. I invite you to read this site to learn more. Timau also houses the Museum of Great War.

After the Great War Museum, an inevitable stop is the hotel restaurant "eight" , where you'll find traditional dishes Carnian. Our choice fell on cjarsòns inevitable, a taste of local cheeses and frico and polenta. At the end of lunch we were too sated for dessert, but I must say I found it hard to resist. The friendly owner also gave us a taste grappa with primroses and vanilla superlative!

Hotel Restaurant

Matiz "Eight"
Plozner Mentil via Maria, 15 33020
Timau

tel. 0433779002 0433779358 fax

e-mail: ristorantedaotto@alice.it

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novel (let's try, come on ...)

Yes, you read right! We propose a bold plan, aimed at younger readers ...

write a novel!

Indeed, writing to you with our attentive collaboration.

Four, eight, sixteen, hundred hands.

Okay, prepare a "book group" Networking is not a new idea. In this case, however, the idea is aimed at a publication printed at the publishing house QuiEdit.
Needless to say, this publication will take place only if we will produce something really good!

In next day, to better define the rules of the game, while we start with the first phase:

The proposal of the subject!

Anyone who wants to contribute to the Transaction, to propose (or blog, or on facebook) a subject for a novel he'd like to see published. Topic, genre, characters, a possible title: every idea is welcome. From that point on, the subject will be defined and outlined in the discussion.
We'll just play the role of mediators between those who want to participate in the operation.

Force! Give the bottom of your imagination!

Postscript

To avoid misunderstandings, there are no monetary rewards to be won. Not only because we could not, given our limited finances, to accomplish such a difficult burden, but because we believe that the best things in life do not make money for ever.

Usually, conversely, the finer things in life cost little or nothing in terms of portfolios, and both at the level of commitment. This is one of those cases.

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Vegan Gourmet Temptations:)


was a week that my mother prepared a haunted because some sweet ... kept repeating "you're always on the computer to look at recipes and I do not ever prepare for something special!"

So, I decided to give her a little surprise while he was out to dinner with friends;)

chocolate bars and HAZEL

I modified the recipe "triangles of chocolate and nuts" of the book "Muffins and cupcakes"

Ingredients: 125g flour 1 / 2 packet of baking powder, 2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder, 125g of sugar cane, 60g desiccated coconut, 125g melted butter, 125g chopped hazelnuts.

For the chocolate icing: 125g powdered sugar, 1 tablespoon cocoa powder, 20g melted butter, 1 tablespoon milk (I used yogurt because I had finished the milk) 60g chopped hazelnuts.

Preparation: Preheat oven to 180 ° C. Lightly grease a shallow mold 18 x 28 cm and cover with parchment paper.

Sift flour and cocoa into a bowl, add sugar and coconut and stir, add the melted butter and nuts and then mix well.

Pour the mixture into the pan and press it well on the bottom, then simmer for 20 '(or until golden brown - I have cooked 25 min).

Let the cake cool completely before removing from pan.

To make chocolate icing, sift icing sugar and cocoa into a bowl, add the butter and enough milk to make frosting smooth and spreadable. Mix well (I used an electric whisk).

Spread evenly over cooled base using a flat-bladed knife. Sprinkle with hazelnuts and let rest before slicing with a sharp knife (or else crumbles).

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answer, gladly full page, the comments of Anonymous, who has since made famous for the pungent and interesting comments on this blog. However, in order not confusion arise and someone else would not dream of being able to communicate here with the same name, I propose that from now on you Anonymous posters as an "Official Anonymous", a pseudonym that fastened her office, always as long as it does not want to reveal his mysterious identity. Official

Anonymous writes:

"... each generation has always existed for the lazy, the persons concerned, those who like to read and those who do not like, if you bring me a statistic that shows that reliable in the past young people read more of today's youth, MAYBE I'll believe it ... and even if it were true what would be the causes? which would be the factor or factors that change? I personally know too many people who enjoy reading and reading so I can not support the hypothesis that young people read little ... in any case, any change can not be caused by anything other than what is around us, society in particular, since the only thing that can be changed in fifty years is the growth environment and the influence it has on us ... take 10 people and crescile 50 years ago, take the same 10 people and crescile now want to see that come up differently? autocommiseratevi for the company you are leaving in our hands because it is certainly not our fault if it is, not yet at least ... and probably will not improve much as we do not read things such as "too long" why do not you have used ... "

Anonymous Journal, which of course does not represent or your age or your gender, is certainly / a teenager.
angry at?
Maybe.
certainly polemical / a with the generations that preceded it.

Anonymous Journal writes that past generations have left a world that sucks and that we adults should be ashamed .
True so disarming.

I remember when I had fifteen years, I said the same things. I have a sincere hatred of adults in general. I was very happy with all the grass a beam, because ... Oh, this is the most convenient, accusing others of the world if the world goes topsy-turvy!
Over time, I realized I had nothing to do particular persons, not all, at least. There were many who, like Don Quixote, throwing herself against the windmills.

Those mills were true, yet someone wanted to pretend that did not exist at all.

In recent times, that someone has attempted (and succeeded) to persuade us that the windmills against which went against the spirit of the past champions were the huge pure nonsense. And, to ensure that nothing like that will not exit to the great protest of 1968 or uncontrolled, as Woodstock, demonstrations feminist appeals from Amnesty International, the occupations of schools and, in general, an opposition criticism that someone has invented a blast on which you young people, but also several adults went to sticky like the blackbird on the bough of mistletoe smeared.

Do you understand what I'm talking about?
If not, ask yourself what you steal time to read long texts. It is not the fault of someone who has not used to doing, as submitted by Anonymous Gazette. I always read long texts (or short, but many) at the expense of my mother who was protesting because they never went out! And I continued to do so, no thanks to heaven, but to a passion that in me was able to germinate.
But that was before someone did brainwash everyone ...

PS The fact that others to orchestrate our lives, does not stop me ashamed for the world we leave to future generations.

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's "Horace" by Heiner Müller staged in San Pietro in Cariano (VR)

Original title: Der Horatier .

First performance: Berlin, Schiller Theater, I March 1973.

Sunday, October 17th, I attended the monologue 's Orazio text written in the seventies by Heiner Müller, one of the greatest playwrights of the twentieth century, along with Brecht, Pirandello, Beckett and Ionesco.

L ' Orazio is a topical and very disturbing, waiting for Leonardo Franceschetti and Maurizio Zanolli replicate this wonderful monologue, I felt compelled to write a short commentary article, hoping to entice as many people, especially young people, go see it.

And why not take advantage of the availability of these eclectic artists from Verona to propose the monologue in high school in Verona? It could be a good starting point for a reflection on the world we live in, a little changed from forty years ago, in terms of ethical confusion.

The Horatio

"Every time we utter a word,

unaware, we create a world."

Gilberto Fulgenzi

Cosmogonies lazy, and other Fiatlux (1971)

Entering, almost in darkness, in an attic and take a seat on the chairs while the show has already begun.

In the background, Danity Kane sings My enemy.

A man is kneeling in front of a dozen newspapers, all bought the same day, and examines them, one by one without realizing that content is behind all those words put together according to a criterion elusive, deliberately incomprehensible.

is the story of today. The fragmented information, depistante, centrifuged and passed through a blender, no more love in the use of words, abandoned the facile cliches, to search for the slogan.

sit on the chairs and watch the man, bewildered, hung up the pages, taken at random from the pile, on an invisible wall.

Words have lost their way, you can not decipher what the message they are conveying.

The words have been killed.

The man feels uncontrollable rage and takes away from the wall all the information false, misleading, he had collected with so much patience. Patience

that now only seems naive.

This gesture opens a glimpse into the past.

on the chair you are more relaxed, because something has broken the barrier between actor and audience, between said and unsaid, but also between past and present.

It is precisely at this moment that the past breaks, taking up with the fury of Heiner Müller, the ironic story of the Orazi and Curiazi told by Livy.

not identical, indeed, very different, with a series of unforeseen implications, affecting not for the freedom taken with respect to the guide of the famous chronicler, as for the strong desire to say more ....

The Horace alone.

There are two brothers.

is the only one to fight for Rome.

And he is entrusted with all the drama and also the ethical dilemma of which even he realizes. Will be others to live it. He moves in a blind belief in a truth not discussed: Roma comes first.

I am the Lord thy God, thou shalt have no other God above me.

Orazio see Rome no more nor less than that. As a value which led to be believed, dedication, if necessary also my life.

be seated on the chairs and see a man who paints on panels of the story of Horace, his inescapable destiny that compels him to be both a hero and a murderess, and hear the same story, but acting, he says words, gate have to focus all with two different senses are combined in stereo.

auditory and visual perception melt, become one.

cinema, especially when engaging special effects, it can not produce a similar upheaval. But

'Orazio proposed by Leonardo Franceschetti, Maurizio and Alessandro Zanolli Bonesini yes. Why is able to show an awareness that he lives, vibrates, has something to say, music, drawing, light and shadow.

be sitting on those chairs is to become part of a show that is real life, which overwhelms and enchants.

Horatio is the hero that the defeat of the enemies of Rome, the Curiazi of Alba. But one of them, what he has killed, was engaged to the sister of Horace. And he, returning winner does not bear her tears. So pierces his chest with the same sword with which he had brought death to his beloved.

now goes to him, you love more than Rome. And this happens to every Roman woman who cries the enemy.

Hence the dilemma, made thin by Müller Language: Horace is a hero or a murderess?

If you are a hero, we should ask him the laurel on his head, if it is a murderess, executed. But Horace can be two men at the same time? And here

triggered an inability to grasp the nuances, to read good and evil as opposites that are always present together. The people want to know if Horace is a hero or a murderess. Demands it. Do not accept compromises. The compromise, as we now know are the tricks of the politicians and lawyers, but the soul of innocent people - in its pure ignorance - they can not conceive.

be sitting on those chairs means Mauritius Zanolli question on the drawings, with flashes of color that play to confuse good and evil. It means listening to the words of Leonardo Franceschetti, which give strength and make it more relevant than ever the message expressed by the Müller. A text never complained, though written in the seventies, in East Germany did not know, if not understood, the meaning of the word "freedom". It means reflecting on the supposed freedom that today we delude ourselves to live.

Yes, because while you are sitting on those chairs, a plot that involved nails and a visual impact that you impossible to divert for a moment's attention, there is rising demand, which you can not shape it immediately.

That question will reappear after perhaps ten minutes, an hour after or within a few days. And then discover that it was not just a question. It was a question about the meaning of life in a profound way, without pretense, and that is why we took so to appear.

Today everything goes to avoid confrontation with ourselves. The philosophy has ceased to be a thorn in the soul when they are born TV quiz, which replace the question of Müller - Horace was a hero or a murderess? - Questions about who won the San Remo Festival in '79 or what is the second Christian name of the Navy.

If this is now, to do the lion's share with respect to the ethical dilemmas of life, then do not be surprised, we sat on those chairs, feeling shaken public opinion in the process of our home.

not unlike dall'Orazio, left at the mercy of popular opinion, confusion reigns.

is a murderess?
is a winner?
were right?
made a mistake?

Resolving ethical dilemmas, from time immemorial, is a difficult undertaking. Not impossible, in my opinion.

There are values \u200b\u200bthat, in some way behind the way we live and which become recognizable as worthy to be preserved, protected, promoted and protected.

But they are not absolute values.

Our values \u200b\u200bdepend on the items to be given more than we suspect. I think back to illuminant

essay by Aldo Giorgio Gargani Wittgenstein. Music, speech, gesture , where a phrase leaps to the eye throbbing of truth: "We are our language."

Our whole life, all of our knowledge, even our values, would be impossible without language, which becomes both the limits of knowledge and the means, the only way to implement it. In other words, we wear a "language skin" from which it is almost impossible to escape.

And our values \u200b\u200bare part of it.

This awareness should lead to a mature reflection, which enables us to understand the game that we have been registered, perhaps against our will, and to grasp the subtle differences that separate the recreational aspect of his human sensitivity.

identification with the feelings of others, understand that others are not just figures, appeared in a video-game , but human beings like us have fears, doubts, moments of anger and despair, may be the most complete answer to the dilemma by Müller: Who are you? Who are you, the person in front of me?

dell'Orazio If the color takes on tragic dilemma: he is a hero or a murderess? And the answer is sought in sterile belief, supported by nothing.

But you can find the right label to categorize a person?

Horace may be convicted or acquitted according to the values \u200b\u200bof the period in which they live. In ancient Rome could be a hero and a fratricide. And let's dilemma. Today, go find another solution ... but insinuates Müller, subtle sarcasm and end: The hero dies when his ethical sense falters.

When Horatio kills his sister, has crossed the threshold between good and evil, he placed each claim to be a hero.

But Let's face it, Muller had painted the lack of ethics of Horace before. When facing the enemy defeated, he refuses to accept his request for mercy. He does not care nor the man who kills or sister. Roma won at all in his heart.

The ethical problem and the language seems to be different. But only if they are not addressed ensemble, grasping the implications of one with another. It is a deliberately distorted use of words that we are led to believe that the world is in a certain way, if we are not always savvy enough not to fall into it.

Orazio is a little tricky. Think with the sword, not with the mind. Remember one of our children, who came up to battles fought in play-station or x-box, where reality and fiction blend without leaving the breath of a reflection. And so his fate is obvious: will be judged and killed twice, both by those who support it, both by those who denigrate.

The appeal of the father, in tears, which would take his place, not going to help.

as it should be.

Where ethics is just a word broken, which has lost its meaning, can not be expected to be included.

So nell'Orazio words, only the great treasure that we should take into account, are muddy, rendered ambiguous, broken, mocked, and finally saved.

the words to remain as well.

Why a sword can be broken and a man can be broken, but words can not be broken into gear in the world, it is them that make things knowable and unknowable.

For us, the unknowability of things is fatal.

Our skin is a limit to language, but also a great gift. How else I could write these few lines, in which, moving from one floor to another, reach out to those who want to understand?

I'll be back to sit on the chair, wondering if it is still possible on a human ethic, a way to face life without blinders distractions and false, with awareness and philosophical rigor. And I see

Maurizio Zanolli Fanceschetti and Leonardo, who lovingly and anger, tell them to feel the same need.

With words full, able to convey the truth, and incisive strokes, that's true you are using.

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What was Mr. Senzatempo as a child?

What follows may seem like a fairy tale, but it is not. No, no.
On the contrary, is a true story.
also a bit 'sad, if you will.
But it is not worth much anticipation.
Just know that it was after these events that Virgil Senzatempo decided to specialize in unreality.

The window of dreams

There was once a child daydreaming.

Senzatempo was called and had only one desire in your heart, fly away from it all, rise above the clouds and watch the world as a harmless bullet and away, as if you could squeeze it in one hand.

It's great to dream, especially at times most unexpected, but the ideal is undoubtedly doing at school, while the teacher talks and talks for hours and hours. How much trouble at times!

the child for a while 'listening, but then here is a knight with lance and armor with a fierce look to move towards the cave of a dragon. How many flames came from his gaping mouth! However, the fearless champion was not intimidated and swaggering gait with eyes to the dreadful beast, determined to tame it. Even before she arrived and had challenged the sword ...
"Senzatempo" the teacher woke him up. "Could you, please, get off the bench and stop waving the ruler in the air?"
The boy went down immediately, while all the comrades are laughing.
"It's just crazy, no doubt about it!" Know-said, the class nerd. "Look at 'what a figure!"
"In my opinion, however, is courageous and" Poor protested softly. "At least he does what he thinks!"
"Silence! All on page fifty-six the grammar book "the teacher said, interrupting the conversation of two classmates. "Now I will explain the superlative."
What an incredible sound words superlative . They seemed to recall the exploits of legendary heroes ... And here's Ulysses, chained mast and without earplugs, as he listened to the seductive song of the sirens. Then one of those beautiful creatures came to the ship, trying to get on board.
"Help me, Ulysses, I want to achieve," he whispered. "Will I tell wonderful stories, that not even pictures! Wonderful stories that go beyond all your imagination ... "
But once again the voice of the teacher reported Senzatempo the rude world of reality. "Why keep her arms behind her back, as if they were tied?" Shouted the limit of its human patience, waking him. "You have copied from the blackboard the definition of superlative?" Before
Senzatempo could to avoid it, the teacher's grim snatched the book and read to the whole class: "Definition of superlative: what is beyond imagination."
mates laughed and Senzatempo felt foolish. But this horrible feeling did not last long. As the bell rang, he entered the classroom mathematics teacher and began to explain fractions. "My mother prepares a pie and divided into seven parts ..." The teacher drew a circle on the board and divided into segments.
And here reveal a world of details, details of extraordinary and incredible fantasies. Thebes of the seven doors suddenly burst open all the behind each was hiding a different dream. Camels and flying carpets came out and fell from magic lamps slink genes, dancing odalisques fascinating read, from one threshold to another.
"How wonderful!" Senzatempo thought, when suddenly appear a beautiful fairy, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why are you crying?" Asked the child. "The fairies should be happy."
"My tears are for you, so that patisci. There is no pain greater than suffer the misfortunes of a person you love. "
" You must not compatible "Senzatempo said. He put before the chair, climbed up and recited, muddying their shoes with the log: "I will change my life, I will succeed! I will live forever in the Dream time! "
The teacher yanked him down badly.
"But what? Has it gone off his brain? This time you are over the limit! But I will manage to make you pass the desire to interrupt the lesson with your antics! Today, you no recreation. You will be in the classroom, all alone, to think! "
As the bell rang, the other children came running, shouting merrily.
"Are you still convinced that your idol is brave?" Know-controversially asked to Mediocre.
The boy did not answer. Sadly, but maybe he was wrong ...
Senzatempo sat in his place, wondering why not just combine. He heard the voices of fellow revelers, running carefree in the garden, and her eyes instinctively moved to fix the window. How was the flight of beautiful birds, like a dance! Oh, what he would give to be one of them and fly in the sky without limits, beyond all boundaries!
Without thinking too much, Senzatempo got up, took the tempera colors on the windows and drew the flight of birds. But, while he painted, he noticed the butterflies, flowers and trees, and so also tried to portray their wonderful lightness: how many colors, incredible variety of forms!
the end, the window was a huge fresco of colors, where rainbows, ponds, insects and plants were playing, changing light under the sun.
"Senzatempo, Senzatempo ... 'she heard whispered the child.
He turned, with downcast eyes, only then realizing what he had done. Well, now the teacher would get yelled at, my classmates would have made fun of his clumsiness ... What a feeling unbearable! Silence instead. No one breathed. What was happening? He took courage and looked at the teacher, classmates and even the flies were open-mouthed, admiring the incredible play of color and light in the window of his plan.
At that moment it seemed that Senzatempo would never end.
"I'm sorry ..." he said, apologetically. "Can I cancel ..."
No one answered. As if his words were inaudible whisper. Poor
Then, without speaking, took the brush from her desk and began to draw the sea on another window. And after all of his children followed his example, painting on glass the wonderful worlds of the classroom who lived in their hearts: white-bearded wizards, princesses, sumptuously dressed, weird animals, trees with eyes and arms, smiling star .. . The fairy-tale atmosphere that is breathed in the classroom had the power to transform the teacher into an enchanting fairy eyes filled sweetness. He raised his wand and turned all the walls in large windows. It was amazing: there were no boundaries, no obstacle preventing more than admire the world out there, now that was only fantasy and freedom.
they saw this miracle the children began to sing and happy for days and days, continued to mix music and paint, filling the windows with the colors of their endless dreams.

The rest, at least in part, you can guess.
What we still do not know how he is our Virgil Senzatempo to open an agency that offers trips into unreality really!
But this is explained in an upcoming books series.
patient and patient ...

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"A Devil's Rejects" - Story of Oliver Canetti

It is with pleasure and pride that we publish a story sent to us by our collaborator, the great professor Oliviero Canetti, who are all our most diabolical compliments.

And here we are, all together and quiet, home of the devil.

the day you have to be careful, because the devil is awake during the day. We hear him run through the rooms, with his slow and measured, the pace of the devil. We hear it in the kitchen munching his meager meal, bones of children and baked potatoes, dinner of the devil. Or at the library, in the light of santelmo, rubbing and dusty old maps, scrolls of the devil.

You can not make any noise, in these long hours. It is bad, the devil, you know, and if we seize it takes in the oven. And we are there, huddled between the legs of furniture, in closets and under beds, watching all together and shut up, the feet of the devil. Clogs goats in old slippers, the feet of the devil, who go up and down the large rooms, the marble and carpet, up and down in the slow turn of the day. In silence, we hear the harsh panting of his breath, the breath of the devil, who knows a bit 'of sulfur.
Slow sinks the sun set over the The Devil's Rejects, and you can not do anything. Just shut up and just stay together, in awe and reverential silence. But we collect nell'imbrunire its yawning, the yawn of the devil, prolonged and intent. Then we give each other elbow. Here we go. And when the devil goes to bed and the night falls on his big house, is our moment.

And so we come out from the crevices between the furniture legs from under the cupboards and under beds, and here we are walking in single file and four along the walls to finally meet all together and keep quiet in the hall the devil. On one wall hangs a portrait of the devil, framed in silver, and the portrait of the devil searches frowning. Look of the devil have the eyes of the devil. But otherwise there is a calm and deep silence. Now the devil is asleep, and when the devil sleeps, we can run and play for his big house.

all together and quiet, home of the devil.

We look at each other and we exchange furtive giggles. This is the house of the devil we know every corner, every nook, every hiding place. There are only a few rooms, a few large shady quiet rooms. How many are enough to hell, which is a kind of unpretentious, but we will explore each time with a mixture of fear and wonder.
First we move along the corridor and look out cautiously in the room, the bedroom of the devil. The room is dark and in the darkness, the devil is asleep. Deep sleep is the devil's dreams and dreams of the devil. A slow, deep snoring, the snoring of the devil. Until you hear the devil snoring means that the devil is asleep. And the devil sleeps until we are safe.

we go quietly into the kitchen. And here we are in the kitchen of the devil. At the top there are the beliefs, the beliefs of the devil, and that's where the devil takes the flour, the flour of the devil, who goes all in bran. The fire is burning on the stove and the pot boils, the pot of the devil. The stare from a distance, facing the door, afraid to approach. Black and evil is the devil's pot. There is no cover and gurgles with menacing nonchalance. Tomorrow we steal, we say every time, but then we lack the courage. Is there anything left in the pot of the devil. It cooks the food of the devil.
And now we look at the cat of the devil. He has red hair like rust, the cat of the devil, and sleep curled up in the basket. Hush hush do to get closer, but the devil's cat opens one eye and pulls out the claws. Do not want to cuddle, he does not want to caress: the cat is the devil. Spying on us from the basket with treacherous malice. We go there and the devil cat closes his eyes and goes back to snoring.

for a while 'we do not know what to do, then decide to go rummaging in the closet of the devil. Heavy mahogany and the Wardrobe is the devil. As we open the doors with caution, because they squeak and creak. We are afraid that the devil will wake up and when he wakes up, the devil grabs it and puts us in the oven. But snoring fills the house of the devil and the devil until you hear snoring means that we can rest easy.
In the wardrobe of the devil are his clothes: shirt, pants, vest, coat, shoes, spats, bowler, all the clothes of the devil. We pull down the crutches, we wear them and marched down the aisle imitating the moves and grimaces of the devil, We look at each other and laugh squeezing his cheeks. It's so funny, the devil! But he feels elegant and refined, the devil, and walk around strutting with eerie and do diavolesco. Here these are his clothes, the clothes of the devil, and this is his style, the style of the devil.

last shelf of the cabinet is a cardboard box. Inside there will be what? The box is high and for a while 'we stand there in the uncertain, uncertain whether to open it to spy on the secrets of the devil, or give the devil his secrets. Made our decision, we go looking for a chair. Finally, the devil take the bench, the bench found in the great hall of the devil, just under the portrait of the devil, the majestic bench on which, during the long winter afternoons, the devil weaves his dark and deep meditations, the meditations of the devil, his fist under his chin and his feet stretched towards the fireplace. It is of heavy wood, the bench of the devil, with padded backrest and feet worked. Laboriously carry it under the cabinet and we finally climbing back to the box on high.

In an instant the box is on the ground and we are all around, eager to open it to see what's inside! What to expect? The open.

Old photographs taken with large elastic yellowed snapshots and portraits of focus. The photographs of the devil, the devil's memories, the nostalgia of the devil. So that's the devil with colleagues in the office. And here the devil during the winter holiday, with the hood and skis. These are the grandparents of the devil, these are the brothers and they will be perhaps some distant relatives. And this is the devil on the first day of school: Red is the devil's apron, the red ribbon of the devil. And look here, that's funny, this is the devil when he was a baby. She is face down on the pillow, a toothless smile, with her ass in the air and tail tip!

They make us laugh, photographs of the devil, and even a little 'soften us. To replace it. Prudence is never enough to house the devil.

And then we go to the library. It is antiquated and austere, the library of the devil. Cobwebs and silence. Ancient and dusty books are the devil and tell things about devils. Sometimes we pull them down and paged through. There are many mysterious words in the books of the devil, pentacles and magic formulas, and creak when we turn the pages. We are there for hours and pretending to read, the books of the devil, and while pretending to read, imitate the devil He rolls his eyes, written annotations on the edges of the pages in her handwriting and fine angular. Once we scribbled them to him as a joke, then the devil got angry and started to cry with the voice of the devil, and says that if we take puts us in the oven.
the bottom of the library, on a substrate, is a beautiful violin. The violin is the devil. The light slides onto the wooden crate in a thousand reflections. It is strange and mysterious, the music of the devil, and when the devil plays and running the bow over the strings, the house was full of trilling notes, skeletons dance and we do peeps from hiding and beating time with his hands. We like the devil's music. His violin admire it from afar and do not dare touch it. Sacred is the violin of the devil, because he plays the devil's music.

On the table there a pitcher of crystal. The chocolates of the devil. They are milk, cocoa, hazelnut, vanilla. Come, Let us use! We jump on the table and we begin the feast. We stained chocolate and we eagerly lick your fingers before cleaning disdainful on the tablecloth in the Holland cloth. While joking and laughing, joking and laughing and we pushed, someone bumps into the glass pitcher, glass pitcher of the devil. The pitcher rolls on the table, it rolls and rolls, and we are not able to catch it, we can not catch it and the glass pitcher rolls and rolls, and falls to the ground. A crash.

block us.

a while.
One ... long ... moment. A howl
turn through the rooms.
... The howl of the devil!
We look at each other and begin to tremble.
Footsteps in the hall.
... The steps of the devil!
The door opens.

is the devil!

Red is the devil's pajamas, the red robe of the devil, the devil's red socks.
The devil sits on us, opens his wings, the horns get impatient spurt sparks.

- Now I look and I put in fornoooooo ...

Try to catch the devil. But we are smaller and more nimble. We run around the table, we take the door and go through the rooms! The devil is behind us, furious. We scattered in the corridors, halls and rooms. The devil is trying to grab stretches. Devil's arms are long, skeletal fingers of the devil, black devil's claws. We slipped into the clutches and the one by one we dive between the legs of furniture, in closets and under beds. Then the hell of me giving the broom and began to beat between the legs of furniture, in closets and under beds.

tries to flush out, but we huddled far back as we can. It is our house, below, below we are safe. Among the furniture legs, under the cabinets and under beds. Screams and threatens the devil throws curses, the devil, but can not help it. It goes away furious and humiliated.

We remain holed up, motionless and silent, without moving and without saying a word. We try not to even breathe ... But get out again. Maybe tomorrow night, maybe the next night. Emerge from the crevices between the furniture legs from under the cupboards and under beds, and then start to turn and play for that big house, the house of the devil.
Next time, tell us by giving us elbow,'s going to get a joke of me and the devil. The ruberemo the pot.

Yes, the pot of the devil!

Oliviero Canetti

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Senzatempo Project. A new approach to reading, writing and reasoning, according to logic and critical assessment

As announced recently, has published the second volume of the series Senzatempo dedicated to younger readers, and anyone wanting to delve into the world invented by James Matthew Barrie.

Yes, because the books in the series are mythological parallel to that of real travel in the most classic children's .

Now, you say, why write a book about another book? In no circumstances was it better to use the formula of the test, rather than the novel?

The answer is quite trivial: the wise, very often not appreciated by children of elementary and high schools, especially in this age, prefer to spend their time in front of the TV or X-box, rather than read.

Therefore, we decided to attract them with a fun approach, but not for this poor content. In surveys of Senzatempo unreal, young readers are transported at a time when the novels were written. In Discovering Wonderland Lewis Carroll know in person, revealing details about his personality and his life (stuttering, his passion for photography, the preparation for logic and mathematics, his love for childhood) . In to explore the island-that-is-not meet James Matthew Barrie, inveterate pipe smoker, and children, who was inspired to write Peter Pan . In both cases, there is a mystery to solve: the first, Alice Liddell, the child to whom Carroll had dedicated his masterpiece, Virgil is gone and it will find it Senzatempo. In the second, Wendy rebels to the plot and, once again, will be the stars of Senzatempo to unravel the tangle.

During both trips, Alice in Wonderland and Peter Pan are explored from the inside, interacting with characters created by two British writers and discovering the many facets of the plots.

This exciting book, easy reading, particularly indicated for the kids of middle school.

But there's more!

The books, in fact, are also suitable for the nteressanti educational activities designed to encourage the ettura critical and creative writing . To this end, we have provided guidance teachers and pupils cards selected to perform the work in the classroom, laboratory activities as supplementary subjects taught.

should be noted that each volume presents not only the most issues, but also different interpretations, thus becoming accessible to either an elementary level, both in view of interdisciplinary insights.

The interested teachers may require a vision of project Senzatempo directly on this blog, leaving a mail where to send it.

And, of course, we will be happy to answer any questions!

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CAMPAIGN: TAKE A PSYCHOLOGIST!

On several occasions I found myself explaining what makes a real difference psychologist and distance between this and a psychiatrist or a psychotherapist, and every time someone told me: "Man, it would be helpful" or "So There's Tom, who needs it. "
"Sure," I've always said. "Someone pays me advice?" The silence that follows
these requests, if not interrupted by nonsense like "Oh well, you need to experience" or "Come on, we're friends," made me realize that the services of the psychologist are useful, necessary, but nobody wants to bear the cost .
Now, I say, I asked an astronomical amount, you would be right. But at least to pull a living ..
Keep in mind how much a person studying Psychology: 5 years at university, so a lot of taxes to be paid, not counting the costs if it is an off-site, a year of unpaid internships, the state exam , which is fine if you do it once but it is unlikely, and are 400 euro a pop.
And if we get a master's degree or 4-5 years of school specialization to become a psychotherapist, you understand that it is really a terrible life.
add that no one wants to hire as a psychologist and that is hard to find a job, and that's it: next time the psychologists will all become beauticians and plumbers. Because of your home and your body all you want to take care, but its mind? Almost everyone thinks they do not need it.

So, launch the campaign: Adopt a Psychologist!
For a small monthly donation, you can take a psychologist and do their studies!
He will take care of those in need around him, and if you ever need it, you already have a psychologist ready to welcome you! If your psychologist
then he feels like it, thanks to your contribution will attend graduate school and 4 years (5 with the new law) to become Psychotherapist!
I come from this is called a BAZZI!!
Adopt a psychologist too!
You can call it whenever you want, you can visit him, and he will get you all the photos and explanations you need!
If you adopt a psychologist, do something good, do some charity that will help many people!
For example, take a psychological emergency, allow him to operate, as well as in everyday contexts, including those of major disasters or catastrophes.
all remember the contribution that Psychologists have given in the Emergency Abruzzo.
think when you have to decide whom to allocate your charitable: a psychologist is not forever but for as long as you need!
Do good. Adopt a psychologist!

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It's been a ...

What silence!
I'm sorry, but technical problems and schedule due to the many things I do, I have kept away from this blog.

We will often have more exciting new things to write, at the bottom of the world of psychology is full of them! Meanwhile, I propose a new initiative!

Stay tuned!

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Time goes by fast ...

Oh, yeah, time passes quickly ... E 'for a month now that I do not write on my blog, but the school takes me so long that I barely space to cook some sweets (each new creation is carefully photographed and anxiously awaits the moment will be posted here: D ) ...

Despite everything, I try to always follow you, then trust that sooner or later come back stronger than ever!

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in Celtic Ireland "prize" to the quiz fantasy of Celtic World

Exactly! The volume Senzatempo Agency - Travel in Ireland Celtic unreal prize will be awarded in the three solvers, skilled in the quiz to be held in the coming days on the site Celtic World. http://www.celticworld.it/
A wonderful opportunity to give a display of culture and ensure a book that you can give to a friend or a relative's birthday, Christmas or Halloween (the old New Year Celtic). If, then - but we do not believe - you have not already read them ... here is the right time to dive into fantasy novel that has revolutionized fantasy , without too much effort and without putting hands in their pockets.
The quiz takes only the ' register on the site of Celtic World , simple thing for the dinosaurs of the web.
Yes, I know some of you will raise his eyes to heaven. "Do not just lotteries, game shows, scratchcards, scratch off the park to demolish the love of culture and knowledge?" I agree with you
controversial, but take it with spirit. If nothing else, for once, there is no money at stake, but really ... culture! Maybe it could be the "one" to change the understanding of the quiz, which, in its very nature, is anything but stupid or demeaning. Do not forget that the game in ancient times was a very serious matter, often interrelated cults. Then, remove from the unconscious "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" and prove your knowledge of the Celtic world!
And, in the case are unable to win, not forget to contact us on the blog to express an opinion on the book !

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Sensations autumn: Walnuts and pears vermicelli

feel the leaves crunching underfoot.
If they ask me what I like best about autumn would say definitely so. And I like it so much that, during this time, I walk like a zig-zag un'invasata drifting between a pile of leaves and another. Yeah, because it is nice to hear the "scrrrch" of a leaf underfoot, but when his foot sank it in a pile of dry leaves ... well, that is ecstasy for me. It 's always more difficult, however, find enough trees in the city can withstand my fury, and my only refuge is the mountain. It is during a tour of the northern lands that I discovered a fabulous product, which I immediately proceeded to import at home: the walnut oil. Once widespread in Italy (and especially in Piedmont), now is the prerogative of the French and some companies in the Valle d'Aosta.
When I read the announcement of the contest held by Leiweb and Garofalo, whose theme "= food + territories" is inspired by that the Salone del Gusto 2010 , I immediately thought of dedicating my post to this product.

On the website of the Salone del Gusto says:

yet we tend to recognize fewer rights to the territories on the food they produce, but territories there would be no food . If the territories were simply land, physical media for food production, we would have calories, fat, protein ... But food is another thing, is the edible part of our identity, our history, our climate and our biodiversity, the way we distinguish ourselves from others, which is the only way to know the other and ourselves.

My hope is that one day an ancient product, fine and healthy as the walnut oil may be more widespread in the kitchen than in the salons of so-called masseuses.

Here is the recipe with which I participate in the competition "Food bloggers on stage at the Salone del Gusto"

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nuts and vermicelli pears

Ingredients (for two): 200 g vermicelli


1 pear soda 2 tablespoons walnut oil
2 tablespoons olive oil
50 g of walnuts
half a clove of garlic salt and pepper
pecorino


a knob of butter 1 teaspoon cinnamon sugar


Procedure:
Prepare the sauce by blending the nuts with the two types of oil and the medium clove of garlic, salt and pepper to taste. Cut the pear into cubes and let it caramelize in the pan with a knob of butter, a teaspoon of sugar and a sprinkling of grated cinnamon. Cook the noodles until al dente, drain, retaining a bit 'of cooking water and toss with the sauce. Blow up the dough into the pan, add the pears and, if the cooking water discarded. Serve and serve with plenty of grated pecorino and a few chopped walnut coarsely. You can decorate the dish with pears cut into slices of 2-3 mm and dried in an oven on 60 ° for 2-3 hours.

also participates in the contest about food, fruit of the parties, and invite you to download the beautiful preview:) (there were, on sale, so beautiful!)