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Emilio's Flirty PastaMy good friend Emilio Mazzanti from the most romantic Venice sent me one of his new recipes in the view of Valentine’s Day next month, “Flirty Pasta”. This is a very unique recipe, especially for those in love with sure results, triple tested by Emilio, if you plan on proposing to your other half. Actually, Emilio cooked this dish on Valentine’s Day for his then girlfriend now MS. Mazzanti under the starry sky. So, my precious lovebirds, wear your aprons and start cooking…
500 grams strawberries, chopped in squares,
A package of heart shaped pasta,
50 years of marriage balsamic vinegar,
A can of pureed tomatoes,
Salt from the great lovers’ sea,
Passionate Chili peppers,
3 Valentine’s Day kisses,
Goddess Aphrodite’s Basil,
Grated Parmesan for serving,
Bring a large pot of water and 2 magic teaspoons of salt to boil. Add the pasta and cook until al dente (or follow the package instructions).
In the mean
Marina's Laughter PattiesThis is a variation of a very old and secret recipe of my grandmother, Eugenia, “Eugenia’s Smiling Patties”. I changed this recipe because of my sister, Cranky Sofia, because, since a dragon – elephant sat on her mallows, she was constantly sulky and grumpy. However, since she ate the patties, she is smiley and cheerful. She replanted the mallows but this time she put repellent with mouse flavor…
Ingredients for the crust:
250 grams all -purpose flour,
1/3 br. tea cup olive oil,
¾ br. glass of lukewarm water,
1 pinch of salt
Ingredients for the filling:
3 morning smiles (preferably fresh),
2 m. teaspoons tickling powder,
5 drops of sugar-eraser syrup for the bad memories,
1 handful chopped chocolate
In a bowl put the flour, oil, salt and little by little add the lukewarm water, kneading until you end up with dough that doesn’t stick to your hands. Put aside.
In a bowl add the smiles, the tickling powder (caref
Caged Self-destructionThe beast moved slightly. His frozen expression started to break. This change was petty, almost unnoticeable but he realized it. He raised his big head and stared with cold, green eyes the bars of his cage.
“Soon.”, he thought.
He, then, returned to his previous position and closed his eyes. He was still too weak but he concentrated. He noticed that an unknown source was feeding him, making him stronger. Feelings. Strong feelings for someone. A man; as always. When the beast first decided to reside inside her, she looked like an easy target. She would break instantly. But yet, it took her 7 years to finally start doubting. But it didn’t matter. If the engine had started working, it would be impossible to stop the procedure.
“Soon but why to wait?” he thought and smirked.
He had regained a tiny fragment of his former power, a fragment enough to break her resistance. He didn’t need to do much. She needed just a small push. And it’d be over. So
The Foolishness of DesiresThe woman crossed the small bridge with quick steps. Her heels echoed on the cold stone. Behind her, a man followed her hurriedly with long, quiet strides.
“So easily will you leave our children and me?” he asked her with desperation.
The woman didn’t turn around to face him. Tears were running on her cheeks.
“I-I have to l-leave…” she managed to say. “I-I want to get a-away of this place. C-can’t take it anymore.”
With those words, strength seemed to leave her body and the woman fell on her knees on the grass. That grass was brighter there. Her husband, surprised and confused, didn’t know how to react. He stepped closer to her, trying to hold her in his arms, but the woman’s sobs become louder and harder. She leaned over the crystal clear waters of the lake. She saw her face, tired and aged before its time. Her youth had flown away too quickly; hardships had replaced happiness and carelessness. She had achieved too
5 a.m.It’s 5 a.m.
And they kicked me out of the bar again
The third one this week
They said I got drunk
and had a fight
for an imaginary woman
You only exist in my head now?
I don’t go home anymore
It’s suffocating to watch our past
So, I roam around every night
With fuzy eyes
To see you again
One last time
Before dawn finds me dead
Red is the theme tonightHe stood there, staring at a big, white emptiness. His eyes blank, hollow. It had been months since the passion had left his body transforming him into a cheap replica of what he used to be. Many didn’t notice the difference, but for the few ones he mattered the most, he was a different person, a stranger. He knew they would criticize him; his best friends. He hadn’t called them or kept in touch for months. They waited there for a sign of his to know he was alright. They waited patiently but the only thing he could do was to stare the white wall. He hadn’t noticed the empty packs of cigarettes and the filthy coffee mugs thrown all over the place. The heavy atmosphere from the smoke didn’t bother him. His body, tired and malnourished, was complaining for comfort but the only thing he was hungry of was passion, inspiration.
Disappointed, he took a half empty mug from the table and walked to the window. With the same resigned look, he gazed the view of his balco
An Underground City (4 Final, Extended End)Ralf and his gang walked out of the centre of Celintium. They headed to the west side of the mountains towards Miritror a small deserted village with hardly any people and ravaged buildings. They passed some dark buildings ready to fall and took an alley headed to the upper levels of the mines. No one walked there so the four men took of their masks and lowered their hoods.
After ten minutes of a rough climbing they met themselves in front of a tall and imposing tower made of red colored rocks. That building seemed new and well preserved and a sense of vibrancy was wafting on the air. Ralf got closer to a wooden door and even though the place desolated he checked the area around him. When he made sure it was clear, he pushed the door open gently and made a motion to the rest.
“Don’t move an inch.” he hissed.
They others nodded anxiously and positioned themselves in front of the door. Ralf climbed the stairs of the dim lighted building and stopped on the top level of t
An Underground City (4 Final)“Who is Gilda?” Emma asked Gresilda.
The woman had refused to answer any of Emma’s questions the previous night and insisted that she should get some rest. Now, as the sun had risen in a hot and suffocating morning, Emma, Gresilda and her children were pacing down the paved roads of Celinthium. They passed through the populous and alive neighborhoods and then took a channel out of the centre of the city, deeper into the mountains. There, the air was pleasantly cooler but the moisture stuck on Emma’s exposed skin and made her joins hurt. Anne, Hugh and Nicolas didn’t seem to mind and ran before the two ladies chasing one another and giggling. Gresilda, on the other hand, had a difficult time.
“She is a very spiritual woman,” Gresilda replied and wiped the sweat off her face. “She is a healer and a priestess. She isn’t very easy to approach, you’ll see it by yourself, but she never failed to cure any disease or predict immanent
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
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