celebrate the birthday?
descended from that day on which the gods came down for the last time to feast on humans.
blood are the same blood that begat "who is meant to be like." It is in the same line of Dionysus. Have been born queen the day my husband died. Dead festivities. Before that day, honor the gods and the stars were silent.
Now I was accused of piracy.
I am accused of piracy and forced me into exile.
is accused me of piracy. As if I could offer another choice.
have never seen our land fed these accusers? They have never seen the rock hard
devote himself headlong to the sea? They never felt the pressure with which the fierce rock urges us? We tried to live off agriculture. We tried to live a peaceful life with the running of the seasons. But there has always pushed the rock into the sea. The rock falls. And the seasons they gave us peace only to the navigation. Are the winds in their keeping the peace of our existence. And we had to make a living. What fault is there in the will to survive? They have memories of hungry bellies accusing these greasy?
am exiled here in the mountains of Rhizon for wanting to defend at least the possibility of survival of our tribe. Enclosed in a fortress, swallowed up by the mountains.
swallowed in this solitude I learned to read the paths of the stars. A priest told me deaf to the voice of stars. The stars are silent as to who becomes deaf.
In a night that arrived late, the stars have spoken to me.
With a silent, they asked me to do justice to the day of my birth.
But what sense does it honor the day of my birth?
I searched the stars with ears without gods. It showed me the meaning.
I have pointed the way back to restart. You repeat that produces the difference.
That day I was born and I was born with a world: the world was created for everybody who comes to the world.
And I went to that world. And I found out. We happen to be surprised by the flowers, face to the grating, for the perfume, for admissions to the smiles, for flavor. You wonder for the eyes, voices, for absences, to the songs, for the arms.
But then I was so mad to get used to the flowers, the faces, the grates, perfumes, attendance, smiles, flavors, eyes, absences, voices, singing, arms.
And then I had to remember back to that day when the world is born to me who was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.
out then.
Going on that world where flowers, faces, trellises and other meetings are more frequent appearances, but loyal companions. And they discover the body. Explore the mine. Feel the movements. The tremors. I wish. Discover that the passions have a body. I am the body. They want that body. Body wishing to other bodies. And then start to explore other bodies. Explore the folds. Detect the vibrations. Follows the movements. Smell the heat. Amarna existence. And joy of being a body among bodies. And rejoice to be of the same race of the earth and the stars. But then I was so
crazy to get used to the bodies, to caress, to the stars, the earth, rain, abundance.
And then there was that I return. Return to remember that day when the world was created for me that was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.
out then.
Going on that world where flowers, faces, bodies and other meetings are no longer regular attendance, but loyal companions. And they discover the thought. Start browsing in the alphabet. Appropriated. Assemble the parts and understand that this puts the bodies into resonance. Discovering communication. Between the bodies to do looting raids words. Appropriated. Throw in the crowd, hungry for communication. And then find solitude. And find that loneliness is not silent. Find that the solitude communication becomes thought. It makes dialogue with the world. It sheds light between the bodies. Find that the language of thought is "among the bodies." This is the gift that my family has given to mankind: the thinking man is returned to the ability to meet the sacred without the need of the gods. And the stars shine.
But then I was so mad to get used to thinking, communication, voice that resonates among the bodies, the sacred. I was so crazy to believe the gods.
And then there was that I return. Return to remember that day when the world was created to me who was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.
out then.
Going on that world where flowers, bodies, thoughts and other meetings are more frequent appearances, but loyal companions. And with them to explore the feelings. Struggling. Sweating. Grieve. Regret and suffering. Rejoice, cry and move me. Want, hate, look, weigh, dreaming, grunting, float, sink, wait, donate. Questioning, doubting and believe. Eaves and conceive. Alleviate. Revenge. Then stop. And find. Discovering that the feelings are the body as a thought. I'm thinking as the body. Are the density of life. Are the duration and condensation. They are the passage. They report. Have the ability to stay "between" do not include or exclude. But then I was so mad to get used to the feelings. So crazy to dominate my thoughts feelings, with feeling the body with the body's feelings, the feelings with the thought. So crazy addictive this report. Crazy enough to mutilate the body with the thought. Crazy enough to transform the life-time. So crazy as to exclude them from existence.
And then there was that I return. Return to remember that day when the world was created for me that was born in the world. And bring wonder and amazement at my departure.
And then back out then
.
to return.
and go.
Why
born then?
The stars say they are born because we need poetry.
Why do we need poetry. In
arrived late one night, the stars I have unlocked the secret that has kept powerful gods. They told me a lie upon which their power is based. It is the lie that my family from Cadmus and Harmony has always wanted to expose. It was my turn to land. It touched me to read the lips of the stars are not born because it wants its destiny.
He never intended to be born.
born only those who need poetry.
Only those who need poetry.
born is to be born a world where poetry is unravel.
Only those who need poetry needs to be born.
Living life is the need for recourse to an act of poetry. And I
, Teuta, queen of the Illyrians, I need poetry.
I need to hear the words chosen wisely, these thoughts of flowers, roses such appearances, dreams that inhabit the trees, dancing to songs that make the statues. I
, Teuta, I need poetry.
This magic burning heaviness of words that evokes emotions, which gives new colors. I
, Teuta of the race of Dionysus is "the one who wants to be is like," I need poetry.
And remind me when I return to the world is with me that I was born in the world.
Living is a poetic act.
be repeated.
Happy birthday. All
.
In the menu that night, it gave the risotto for thought. A soup of farro for the body. E-leaf kale lasagna for sentiment.
The fact is that when we celebrate, we celebrate. And you can not be just when the party wants to be sharing, music and laughter.
So today, a recipe for 30 people.
It takes a lot 'of Carnaroli: about 2 kg and it takes a nice pan to cook. Risotto is a ritual. The risotto is a real satisfaction for every cook who feels craftsman. There is a lot of work. Preparatory work, chisel, constancy, attention and dedication. Every detail makes a difference. The detail makes the risotto. And
such as rice, also loves the beauty rest in detail.
And then we begin to prepare the details.
Detail # 1: the stock.
will be a vegetable stock that will bind up the creamy rice. Do not tell you the procedure because everyone has his time. I only say: do not do cocky. Prefer the scent is the detail in this broth.
Detail No. 2: the fennel.
Find them beautiful, which does not necessarily mean big. It takes at least 4 kg Do not throw anything away. Clean them, separate the outer sheath from the heart. Put aside even the stems. Cut the hearts into julienne strips not too fine.
With the outer sheaths and stems will prepare a cream. Here's another little detail to be treated. Fennel has spread everywhere. We have to steam the outer sheaths and stems. Once cooked, go to the blender with a little olive oil. Today, it is November, I have with me a wonderful new oil Frantoio Sociale di Spello: an explosion of fresh herbaceous spicy. You look at this slide dall'oliera while delivering his gold emerald grass, and I understand the honesty. It is a detail entrusted to this season. Each season offers details.
Details 3 : garlic or onion?
Shallot. Take 5 shallots and mince.
Details 4 : fennel seeds.
Get a handful of seeds (which are not seeds) of wild fennel. Alternatively the normal seeds are good too (and these are really semi-) cultivated fennel.
Detail 5: the fine organic oranges.
Orange peel intact and fragrant. And let there by now to give color.
Now is the time of meditation, concentration and intensity.
Lightly fry the shallots and fennel seeds. The shallot has become lucid, almost transparent. Concentrate too much because if fry the shallot, this sovrasterà the delicacy of the fennel. A shallot transparent, add the fennel and cut into julienne strips and cook for 9 minutes. Add the rice and that toaster insaporirà in pan.
One, maybe two minutes and then broth. Hot soup. From now starts cooking the rice. What does the packaging? 17 minutes.
Here are 17 minutes of continuous treatment. Start with a good amount of broth. Be sure to stir occasionally so that each grain is wet from the broth. Add more broth. The appropriate amount of broth you add to the state of cooking rice. This is where the concrete details of creaminess. There is always the possibility of disguising any neglect final stir in the butter. The creaminess is still manifest. But it is still a detail that will bring the taste of a remedy. It takes care of the risotto. It is one and only cure. The difference between getting a soup of rice, seasoned rice or risotto, is in care.
Five minutes before the end of cooking, add the cream of sheaths and stems and continue cooking. When the rice is al dente, turn off the flame, add a handful of Parmesan and grate the peel of oranges. The amount depends here from the answers that will give you the eyes and nose. Do not ever forget that there is still a fennel risotto. Let mix 3 to 4 minutes. Served hot, of course. I that night, I sprinkled a bit 'of niepitella dry. But here you open up a whole other subject.
This is a dish for everyone and anyone. You must, you must slow down, you must stop. You must prepare themselves to the concentration. Recollection. Intensity. It is the fragrant
ephemeral delicacy of thought that is proposed as an experience.
Seen from our thought is not given as a donkey that carries a heavy plow invasive. And do not even give as a trainer of fillies.
Thought fragrance and delicacy. And superficiality. Along the folds being, not discovering the depth. That is his strength and his power. The thought is to care for a fragrant and delicate. And he wants care and attention nell'assaporarlo.
Enjoy.
With flavor,
Biso
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