raining today, but really it's raining it's raining, you do not want to do anything you'd like to just stand all day in bed, leave the field open to depression, but ...
... woke up at eight zero zero, because we never give in to laziness, it drags the gloom, at least in questoparticolare historic moment of my life, where confusion reigns, and all the emotions are mixed, in the hands a dealer mischievous, unpredictable and, sometimes even cruel, mocking his smile satisfied the hand that has served. So
work early in the morning, there were beans that had been soaking all night, ready to be cooked, then made a nice fire in the fireplace, so I took two pignate the prepared beans, water, celery, onion and tomato chunks, I'm ready placed close to the flame.
Cones were heated, the water has begun to ploploplop, boiled, and the beans are cooking slowly, I have followed with great care to cook, adding water if necessary, salt, and then a drop of oil .. .
So I tasted them, they taste of winter, my house, reminiscent of my father, who hunched over his fireplace and taste stirs beans, because he cooks them as you like for lunch to be proud of ... something that can already be proud of, you know a tiny bit of revenge on life that has befallen the lot ... or that he decided to live ...?
... My dad introduced me to love and hate ... I did experience what is really thin line that marks the boundary between these two emotions so strong, but so destructive ... huge crevasses that have created in the land of my being ... what is unseen, what is hidden in the bottom of each one ...
And then I put black olives in salt ... but this story we will follow in the days to come, because the olives so good to be prepared before must cure for at least ten days ... I tell you!
