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The first post I wrote has caused much comment.

Some said that wow is an elegance too, others who write badly, others were amazed that one so poor as I could spring a blog.

Flying these interesting opinions, most of all what has been recited is as follows:

-Lady, the word rhododendron is terribly disgusting.

How was it possible?

To my ears, nothing sounded more euphonious and stirring of the word 'rhododendron'.

is rolled up so long and hard to combine. On list of my favorite terms is at No. 1, followed by 'bumper', 'pterodactyl' and 'psychedelic'.

Also 'Jaguar' splits.

Yet, despite these well-founded and unassailable my tastes, their horror remained.

I then had to go looking for the cause of my (apparently) unfounded love elsewhere.

After a while, 'gladdened by the brooding contemplation of a jay that was perched in front of my window and shit are so beautiful but they have a voice drum chops, I passed into the brain telescreen this answer: RODO IN.

's why!

I had never imagined a turn of the plot so poetic, it was also a clever play on words!

is true, gnaw a lot inside.

me is very difficult to externalize negative emotions in words, let's say I have a tacit compromise with my body when I'm that headache I'm sick physically.

Just think ': for three years in a row would not stop vomiting and the doctors of all hospitals in the area is racked my brains to understand which unknown disease and degenerative disease could have, and I felt so much a patient of Dr. House and it amused me to death and hell if you are a bastard!

The answer was so simple, however paradoxical that nobody had thought I hated almost everything, made me sick people and the environment that I was forced to attend.

I were literally 'sick'.

But no one had thought because no one looks inside the other.

And they had much less come to terms with my hypersensitivity.

what happens to overlook a Lady of Rhododendrons.

And you know what?

Although they had finally understood the cause of my illness has not changed anything about anything. I'm just as before.

Who really helped me?

But, speaking clearly, those who have never really interested in the fact that I 'sick' too often (except the very few who can call friends)?

Who should be interesting, indeed.

yet those are still good that I do not have people popping daisies as saying

-Hey, cee're too kind a splash, heal yourself to see elegance!

urterebbero You are not a bit 'so the comments on your eye, so cold facts, while perhaps not sleep for a week and you have the fucking need to rest and feel in an atmosphere you friend?

I really hope that many of those who know the category the above-mentioned read this post.

Who knows, maybe before you hit that way, people will do two little questions.

The first is to recommend this: 'Why do not hold me to my disturbing thoughts and I'm going to do something useful for humanity?'

'shocking'. 'Knock'.

I discovered that I like these words.

battered So if I repeat.

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Grint (Joel and Ethan Coen, 2010)

Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin) is killed by the coward father of Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld) and now the girl wants revenge. Tesse negotiations to pick up the money it needs, and some of the worst looking mug that can do justice to her. When he meets the sheriff Rooster Cogburn (Jeff Bridges) learns that he had found his man, and although he tried to resist, the fourteen becomes in effect his employer. Lout the trigger-happy and the girl, the journey also joins the Texas Rangers LaBoef (Matt Damon), on the trail of the infamous Chaney to redeem the reward.

of Western is the dust and dirt, animated by dialogue and on. The Coens play to include features in the structure of gender parody, so Cogburn sparacchia around to show a good shot despite an eye patch; LaBoef falls into a trap, he risks the death but did not give up elegance and the extent to which they are usual. Mattie has a sharp tongue and a very good business sense, but it's still a little girl who can be spanking.

The whole painting seems to travel from the eye of a child playing . And dust the snow can be expected of all: a man dressed as a bear, two severed fingers that roll on the table, Sheriff talking to a girl of his wives with pride and irony, as if to say "The females do not understand."

The age of the young adult Mattie is the endgame. The children ended up in an adventure far away. It is no coincidence will look for the old Cogburn in a circus.

The sentimental ending begs the question whether there is still room for the epic western in this era without dreams. Obviously not. The Coen brothers speak with nostalgia of the exploits of the great heroes of the genre. When John Wayne winking from the screen and play the game of cowboys and Indians. Women had to be saved and the Indians were behind the hill. All that remains is just nostalgia.

RECIPE

Gringos, if you play cowboys and Indians would like to find something at the table back by their wives in an apron and bonnet? CHILI CON CARNE

1 clove garlic 150 ml beef stock 1 pinch of cinnamon

250g lean beef 250g lean pork 100g onions

coriander cumin

250g beans

1 red pepper 1 yellow pepper

pepper 200g tomatoes

olive oil salt pepper

Cut the lean beef and pork cubes. Chop the onion and garlic, diced peppers washed and seeded. Cut the chilli also. Put in a pan large enough to heat the oil to which add onion, garlic, and chili peppers. Brown. Add meat, spices and then, after about 10 minuit, the tomato pulp. Let cook 25 minutes soaking time to time with the broth.

Recipe on www.giallozafferano.it

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The best people are animals.

In my life I have met many people.

I encountered snarling wolves to defend;

I met a peacock who was hiding under his glittering tail that he did not want to show others;

I met a raven forced to swallow all the evil that has ruined the item received and is now forced to croak;

I met a hyena that had a grin on his face that would have split the whole jaw to blows, but then you realize that this is only what is left of a grimace of pain, so much imprinted in the face to stay forever;

I met a rabbit who was afraid to leave the den, but he was so brave however, a weak prey to stay because he loved being a rabbit, he loved his lair and he loved his family;

I met a jackal who refused the pack of wolves just because they are just damn.

And how to forget the blog of Faina angry and venomous spiders.

Now, this is not simply the result of yet another gun of grass, is the reality of the people you love from my eyes view of Lady rhododendrons.

All persons I respect have in a sense 'denied' their humanity. The have surpassed, seeing what it meant to belong to this race.

We are always human, true, but inside something has changed.

Inside us a wolf begins to growl, a crow begins to want to fly and a jackal began to howl.

You want to be different, no different in the sense of 'look what are TRASHHHH',: different thinking, different in view of the world, other than in treating other humans.

... I?

I am only an eagle grew up in a pack of wolves.

A so-called eagle pack.

... There?

Fottenesega.

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The only moments in life where everything runs smoothly on the ice as sloths.

The moments in life when everything runs smoothly are two

1) When you write ;

2 ) When drawings.

Maybe it was a horrible day a week to a horrible horrible life, and you just come home.

There will be a turn on the TV just because they say it's crap because they say to open facebook bullshit.

So you find yourself in front of an expanse of paper, and use the pencil like a crane with the mad desire to build a castle on the empty expanse of all that is around in your head for days.

became apparent The first form, the first thought, and meanwhile the crane continues to build and you feel that you are finally able to do something and you feel different from five minutes ago where everything was just able to externalize impatience and a craving to feel at ease.

And everything seemed just a blank space on the sheet and the brain takes shape in the form of letters, lines and thoughts and everything I had in mind is if you look in the paper as in a mirror and it does not matter if I'm not setting a minimum marks the beginning of the sentence or that it is a horrible day a week to a horrible horrible life, the only thing that matters is that nothing can go wrong as long as there will be that the pencil and paper waiting at home while on facebook and on TV around the world say bullshit.

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'And I tried just another place to feel fully at ease' [cit] \u200b\u200b

-Lady, what led you to write a blog?

I would say that my answer is in the title of this post.

Let me explain.

In life, everybody wants to be always in the right place at the right time, make up with the right attitude right.

This type of behavior is not always present.

I began to look towards the fifth grade. The girls in my class did not play as pirates with me, preferred to decide how to comb his hair and what to wear according to the last comic came out on newsstands, where they could see 'the star' in their lives they believed to be perfect and realized.

Observing this behavior did not fall right into my royalties, I thought there was something wrong with me. Why do you put a skirt preferred use of the most convenient and practical pants. Because instead of spending a day looking in the mirror and see what was wrong in my face I preferred to draw. Because instead of watching that crap in Paso Adelante spent the afternoon reading.

The situation degenerated to the average.

there if you did not like them to become a social outcast, no longer an 'exuberant young girl outside the box.

Then I started to try to look like one of them.

You should know that I live in a neighborhood where people, particularly girls and women of all ages, put themselves in high heels to go out to empty the garbage. So in one way or another I had to be always perfect.

But I could not, because inside of me, at any time of day, I felt my personality that yearns to get out and breathe.

But I was ashamed of me too.

What happened then?

happened that I had broken. Every time I saw printed on the same smile on my face goose petulant as I hated to see in the faces of others, I decided to unleash my ideas around the world, while on my face instead of smiling like a goose petulant would was an evil-satisfied grin.

I said loud and clear as I thought about certain things:

- - ; E 'stupid aesthetics do their reason for living, because we are born with a certain face and it would be much more intelligent improve from within. Why a salamander man may be repugnant to the eye but if he has spent his life to think about himself and others is worthy of esteem . I say you deserve a / or girls or with a face like a momentary swoon that has no idea who he is but he knows by heart Bukowski Twilight?

- - & new from brain-damaged personality change depending on where you are and who you are. It means that in the end you do not have a dick and fills you to offset this around you. Again worth of tractors in the face.

- - is cowardly not to expose their views for fear of being judged if you do not listen to what others have to say is impossible to see things from different points of view, and then you will always have a superficial view of things.

this course my thinking has not been particularly successful in my environment.

But from then on it was triggered in me a totally reverse the process, which led me to want anything that was outside of what I considered a way of smiles fictitious fictitious fictitious words.

From that moment on I have been looking for a place to feel fully at ease.

You know the party of eighteen? For those where a common one has to go dressed as dandies stuffed? Behold, I am the one who comes with a jumpsuit and an artichoke Superpippo by sprawling on mo 'carnation.

-Rhododendron, this is mere self-centeredness.

No, not ego.

I would just like to be myself and show the world that even in times when one should feel uncomfortable I remain exactly in my place with my head and my ideas.

And that to change my point of view, not just a jolly smile hen.

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simple birthday cakes








these are the birthday cakes I've done to my two youngest children: a 1-year and the other 5.
I stuffed with tasty creams.
Camy is a CREAM:
ingredients

500g mascarpone
a tube of condensed milk (170g) 250g of fresh cream

Give a few turns of the whip at medium high speed for "inflating" the mascarpone
add a thread, always the whisk condensed milk

.... finally add the cream well whipped, to make it fluffy
the other is the CREAM GIANDUIA:


4 egg yolks 100g sugar 50g flour + 10g
starch
half liter of milk

200g 300g Nutella whipped cream soda

chocolate chips Beat the egg yolks with sugar, add flour and milk, being careful to
lumps, allow to cool.
then add the nutella by the spoonful, mix and leave in the fridge.
take it well when it is cold, add the cream and chocolate chips mounted

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Lowers begonias!

"But I say, what the heck is a rhododendron?!

We ask those of you who have little knowledge of unconventional terms.

Well, a rhododendron is a plant belonging to the genus Rhododendron of the family Ericaceae, native of Eurasia and America. The name comes from the Greek words ῥόδον ( rhodon , pink) and δένδρον ( dendron, tree). This usually includes more than 500 species, hybrids and infinite variety of shrub plants , ranging from 40 to 90 cm

Thanks Wikipedia.

-Ok, now that you've insulted me and did you figure dell'anticonformista Yeye as well as the moron who seeks entries on Wikipedia, explain to me what the fuck got to do the rhododendrons with a blog?

is abysmally simple.

I love rhododendrons.

Indeed, what is more correct to say is that I love the musicality of the word 'rhododendron'.

E ' a bit 'like when you listen to a song for the first time, say, Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd, and absolutely do not understand a fucking word of the text but still think this is indeed \u0026lt;Wow, musica!>

Here, the word rhododendron gives me the same effect. Why do you, after all the words are just a bunch of sounds to which we turn quite make sense because we feel the owners of the world.

Wow, that's cool, I also did a few lines in the figure of misantropatantosiamotuttitestedicazzo.

However, I'm sure you also try a boundless love for an object that in the opinion of others is just a load of crap. Might be an old toy that you refuse to call you Teddy despite a Cayman, it may be a draft when you were little and you draw your arms still leave from his ears and legs resembling those of a heron (description taken from a true design that is now resting on my right. O left, are ambidextrous and I've never understood the difference). It could also be a dickhead, to whom you are absolutely sure it is a dickhead but despite that you love them or because no?, love him.

And admit it, the flowers of the rhododendrons were not bad.

PS Apart from your comments on your impressions and / or your insults, I will continue to post in this blog, simply because if you keep me in everything I try to explode into a major PATABUM! that would make flying shards of my cerebellum around the atmosphere. And I'm not sure that's a good show. Let's say it is for lovers of splatter. OK, enough rambling this postscript has become a separate note.

Ah, one last thing: thanks to all those who continue to support (meaning bear) myself and this further proof of the same selfishness that I offer.

And thanks to the Queen of pterodactyls for the banner. Lupadattila I love you!

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Death in sexy lingerie, After.Life (A. Wojtowicz-Vosloo , 2009)

Anna (Christina Ricci) lives a life trivial, that the drag from day to day without pathos. One evening, for the bad mood and bad weather, is an accident. He wakes up on the table in a morgue, but clinically dead disbelief of what happened. One possible source of clarity, Dr. Elliott Deacon (Liam Neeson) who must deal with the corpse.

The horror in general, play in unexpected circumstances, nell'abiezione, in the death of over placing the boundary in the limbo that is the non-life. This film, however, offers so bitter against the supposition. Namely, that between life and death there is no separation and that the desecration of the border does not lead to confusion, but clarity.

Liam Neeson is the avenger of death, to give her dignity to put an end to the lives unexpressed. A sort of Charon ferries the dead .... giving him an extra boost!

Opera before Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo, AL instills doubt of death, trace lives dormant and then reflect on the transience of life, but without trivializing the carpe diem. Playing on the psychological aspect rather than on the most appropriate visual trauma to the horror genre, however, leaves the road needed some refinement. The doctor is very heartfelt Elliott Deacon in the defense of its principles, and not very persuasive in the looks that launches the patient. Enigmatic and beautifully naked, Christina Ricci as an ethereal beauty, which is unusual for the actress. While in role of her boyfriend Paul, Justin Long is desperate enough. Bello, in some moments, the contrast between the inability to Paul to see the body of Anna and the movement lingering forms of the girl, dressed in symbolic red silk, which addresses the camera in the absence of other looks.

are, however, unnecessary tracks that undermine the essence of the film that basically remains sober and wearing in the photograph in the rhythms and at times disturbed by the color red. The screenplay loses bite as troubling questions arise in the mind of the viewer skeptical
How does a person believe to be dead if one looks at her straight in the eye and air deadpan says, "You're dead, Anna, your opinion does not matter anymore?
Focusing the question of life on a wound that bleeds, and then betray the concept if the breath fogs up the mirror, and again taken to the psychological work against the protagonist with reasons that do not even convince the viewer , can work in a film that should be based on psychological violence?
Finally, it was so necessary to have that child who believes he is Haley Joel Osment The Sixth Sense it?


RECIPE
You know that feeling of hope that, during a film, is repeatedly rejected and disappointed, that gives you times when the good impression is confirmed, and other burning questions of? This film has to do with intentions and defeats, but it is difficult to have an opinion good or bad. If nothing else hears it in the limbo that aims to tell. To make our task is in line with the taste of the work must agree that the dish should be just as strangely acceptable.
The recipe in question is a cake that is likely to be too sweet, but that guarantees good chance of being especially while going to meet the tastes of most.

BANANA CAKE

300g of flour 250g of butter

250g sugar 4 eggs

2-3 bananas 1 teaspoon baking powder

a pinch of cinnamon in a bowl

mounted sugar and yolks' egg. Gradually add the butter soften at room temperature left. Whip the egg whites until stiff. Add the flour and banana mixture and blend at first, finally, the egg whites, stirring from bottom to top with a wooden spoon. A pinch of cinnamon and pour the mixture into a greased baking sheet. Bake for 30 minutes in preheated oven at 200 degrees. Once cooled you can sprinkle with chocolate icing or sugar, or lemon meringue and caramel (to make it even sweeter!).