Lump Between The Penis And Anus

 

 

Evviva!!!! Siamo ancora a metà strada ma il peggio è fatto.
Natale is over!!!!
Era ora.
Come sintesi amorevole di quanto i recenti giorni di letizia hanno suscitato in me ho scelto i biscottini “di vetro”, degnamente rappresentati da un paio di esemplari tra i più stortini usciti dal forno (i meglio sono stati distribuiti ai corsi) e adornato all’uopo con pendant di nastrino stropicciato (ma rosso natalizio). Questo meraviglioso e decorativo (quanto immangiabile) biscottino ha monopolizzato prime copertine e paginoni delle riviste culinarie di dicembre, la sezione festiva dei libri di cucina usciti in questi giorni nonché diversi blog. È un semplice dolcino fatto con pasta frolla ed un cuore di caramella dura, potete immaginare: una vera delizia!! Se opportunamente utilizzato per il decoro dell’albero potrebbe essere servito arricchito di polvere ma se tenuto in ambienti caldi riserva amare sorprese. Qualcuno infatti si sarà ritrovato a pulire caramella fusa e squanta e cercare di tirar via l’infame pallottola appiccicosa dal pavimento o, peggio, dalla tovaglia della festa.

Bene, spente candeline e campanelle, finita The long, excruciating wait of the magical night and neutralized all Babbini natalini completes its good intentions, thrown in the trash the useless shopping lists and discontinued operations (almost) endless chains are now greeting the recriminations begin. Almost no one has spent Christmas that he wanted or hoped, and many have suffered exactly the Christmas feared. So, between those who snuffed it and who is holding her belly too full, there is still someone who rejoices. They are the ones that have made it, those who managed to hide in time el'hanno escaped.
And now ... anyway ... it's over for everyone.
I think it will end soon also highly intelligent services of the tg Gift Shop smarter and more morons on the recycling of gifts, that really does not follow any more.
As for me I can say ... ... ... it's over. And since I have always a plus and I do not miss anything while being among those who are slyly inguattati (almost) completely, I can still boast a nice present wrong. Virtually the only one that I have received so far and that (as is normal) I bought on its own. And I was wrong ... ... .. but after extensive discussions and reviewed.
now proudly possess a goose down comforter superfine suitable for freezing cold in Rome is not reached even sleeping with the window wide open, as indeed, I have to do. If at the end of winter I will not have earned a pneumonia can at least boast of having a new duvet and stuffed with goose feathers of the coolest of the firmament and a brilliance equal to the geese themselves.

peeking between the hometown that I have rolled out around I got the impression that raffles and large family gatherings are not as common as it once was and Christmas seems destined mainly to large eat and sleep as great watching television, family members gathered in small circles.
not sleep in front of the TV at Christmas, it seems almost impossible given the bold programming and the unforgettable film that one hundred and two years are continuously replicated. I slept a lot and my skin has drawn considerable benefit now, after the holidays, I look like a Pulselli.
With some investment in Malox I was able to digest some success with the course of lunches and dinners but also the TV commercial of the year, especially on the one announcing the Pooh and when I heard one of Pooh "... I think we were a group ... ... "that WE HAVE BEEN ???????? Despite everything, I fell asleep and serenity but also when I wake up I felt the Son of Pooh said: "... .. The Pooh is a band that have changed ... ...." The language Italian, in effect, would compel us to respect the rules absurd, bold twists on the subjunctive, and even persecute us with plural and singular that most of the other languages \u200b\u200bdo not possess. A real atrocities. And I tell you now, 2011 will be no different.
Street: Malox, change the channel and another snoring.

Spend a few hours of rest it will soon open a new phase: that of the financial statements and charts of the best and the worst of last year. Then the list of resolutions for the new year, almost useless and boring as the series of clever gifts and finally witness the popping of the New Year festival in all parts of the world that will take us straight, straight to the count Case firecracker exploded. The list of road accidents will close in beauty guide the party as long as the weather, snow and flooding that no gift more thrill and delight the bastard was not among those involved in any of this.

Meanwhile, looking real forward to the Big Night and the New Year horoscope of the focus is Mint.
newsstands shines the legendary "Astra" red cover and bookstores are all the rage and Branko Fox. I wonder why Fox is secretly consulted while Branko cellophane strictly in all the libraries that I have inspected?? However
somewhere around and peek at the network right and left I learned that this year I have against Saturn. All (or at least movie fans. ... Or at least Özpetek fans) know that this means great misfortune. Saturn always takes at least a couple of years to take off from the balls and now it is nice to take office in his gifts. But I have Jupiter in the sign, which means soooooo lucky. Jupiter normally bestows her blessings for a year but for some reason I just touched me for six months. Whom shall I send the complaint??
So basically, for six months, bad luck and good fortune are canceling each other out while the remaining six months will stay at the mercy of the usual bad luck. Uhm .... A new year of Mer ... ... .... Avigliano. For
fortuna bastano pochi minuti per dimenticare quello che ha detto l’oroscopo e provvedere a incasinarsi la vita auto da fè.
In attesa che si compia tutto quel che deve compiersi io mi vado a comprare l’altro regalo che mi spetta…..sperando in esiti più gioviani che saturneschi e possibilmente non fantozziani.

Vi consiglio, se proprio non avete un cavolo da fare e vi va di rilassarvi in cucina, di farvi dei frollini facili, facili ma sfiziosi con la seguente ricetta:

200g di farina
100g di zucchero
2 tuorli
100g di burro

Arricchiteli con un pizzico di cacao e granella di mandole o rivoltateli su un velo di jam or maybe some stuff with a fig or a date put forward by the boards of the parties.

We also suggest you give up horoscopes, sleep a lot (if you can) and spend the rest of the time to admire the beauty of your skin, giving a ripassatina the Italian grammar or take any of the blows to the Pooh and children.

And remember that soon there will be balances !!!!!!!!!

Tempurpedic And Arm Pain

Reports Year-end Christmas party, cake with raisins and pine nuts

The voice is soft but I recognize the sound of disaster: has scatafasciato Pie in the oven.
rushing to the rescue but there is little you can do more. While he snuffed the indispensable series of expletives and, in an attempt to pick it up, spread even more this disaster of caramelized apples and pastry in the oven hot Squanto I feel, for a moment. ... But two, glad it did not happen in me and I am glad not to have to clean the oven. If this seems cynical, remember that you are currently without a heart and that's the best I can do.
"There is no better way to clean the oven when it is so hot," he says and I think "Really cool, clean and shining an oven. It was worth over a squash pie to have an excuse to clean it. " While
He ends the words and it goes into the oven, now immaculate, the last insult (to whom ....?) I with the paddle, beat the poor remains of the pie pan in the provenance pressing here and there.
"E 'grave?" He asks.
E 'dead but I say "Now you back together," which makes you laugh the chickens, cats and even
Him That says a "Amoooore ... .." from the implicit subtext "what you're sweet."
"You told me that I must be positive" pragmatic answer.
And to find more positive reasons to think that the pie I did not own at all and instead I wish to do tart dried fruit and caramel. Tomorrow I can, I think, as I finish re-uniting this disaster that now has still the look of the disaster that is ... .. but more compact. Composed in order ... ... a disaster under control and a harmless and clean oven. ... Want more from life what ?????
So why do I feel so unhappy??
Nope, I have to be positive, positive, positive ... ... ..

"Amooooore ... .... ... ... I can ask for. Seeeeenti make me a cake for me. ... To present ... ..."
"What cake?" I ask
"The ring"
La ciabellaaaaaa?!!!!!!! Un’altra volta??????????
“Eddaaaaaaiiiii…..l’ultima che hai fatto l’hai regalata….”
Una l’ho regalata ma l’altra te la sei pappata!!!!!
“…..piace taaanto…..”

Maccheppalle ‘sta ciambella……però è buona, buona da morire, devo comprare i pinoli, se la faccio mi avanzano un sacco di chiare…..ho incominciato a fare questo dolce proprio perché avevo bisogno di riciclare i tuorli….chè io uso sempre più chiare che tuorli ma dimmi te se è normale…ora però le chiare I do not need and that we do that then ?...... I wanted to make a pie with nuts ... watch the oven cleaner puuuuulitooooooo that you can not ... mattipare that with all sweet to do for Christmas hours pure 'donut is. ... but .... that good ... um ... ...

"Amooooooreeeee"
"Seeeeeeee" but you did not read that I lost my heart?

Maybe not quite, perhaps.

"Amoooo ... ... ... ..."
"Siiiii ... ... you do the donut," and while I think cheppalle He kisses me.

So it's raining outside ... who knows .. he'll be doing my little heart abandoned now that the snow is half melted.

ingredients for a cake of approximately 26/28 inches in diameter

300g flour 100g butter 100g sugar

yolk 50g (3 large eggs)
1 teaspoon of acacia honey 1 teaspoon
di lievito
80g di uvetta
50g di pinoli
Rum
Un pizzico di sale
Zucchero in granella

 

Apro le uova e separo chiare e tuorli, metto le uvette ad ammorbidire nel rum. Apro due, tre biglietti di auguri natalizi e penso che, come al solito, io non ne ho inviato neanche uno. Veramente volevo disegnarli da me, ho anche comprato delle pasticche nuove di acquarello, ma poi ero così occupata ad essere depressa che mi è scappato di mente.
Impasto burro, zucchero, tuorli, miele ed un pizzico di sale. Quando ho fatto un bel pastello omogeneo aggiungo a poco a poco la farina con il lievito il rum, taste the rum (so, for ... ... ... .. positive. hic) and also dough join raisins and pine nuts. Little dough, just to shrink and then formed a donut.
raining again ... who cares .... I turn the oven ... ... ....
Brush a bit 'of yolk on the cake and I'll join the granulated sugar (as I like the grain !!!!) and bake at 180 degrees for about 30 minutes.

Uhm .... ... That smell .... I open the mail and her friends dragged me more than a smile.
Another sip of rum?
Massa. What
want more from life? A Tuscan
?
Thanks I do not smoke.
are positive.
very positive.

UUhmffpppppp ... ... ... ... ..

Dolphins In Water Dream

Snow and Gingerbread

With the car through a winter of dry branches and gray sky. I leave behind a tangle of knots, a tangled skein so that I can no longer find a head and a tail. And then go away and dream of going away is never as difficult as staying.
Escape, indeed, it is quite easy and after a while time they have done elsewhere, are where I want to be and where I want to stay forever. But something happens.
begin to fall, first small and then very brave white snowflakes. As slight reduction in the songs of Christmas, and continues unperturbed. It no longer stop.
At the bar we take a sip of coffee and a warm and they tell us: "Here it never snows."
like last time, my first winter here, when we were told the same thing and instead we woke up on a vanished world in milk and in silence.
The shoes are not the most suitable but now that the carpet of snow became so thick and soft to walk on it is the desire irresistibile. Per strada c’è chi si guarda intorno sorpreso ed incredulo e chi è uscito a vedere che succede. “Qui non nevica mai, mai!” mi dicono tutti.
Come l’ultima volta che venni in inverno: fioccava fine e continuo e dopo la nevicata di pochi mesi prima mi chiedevo se la parola “Mai” da queste parti non si significasse forse “Non spesso” ed ora comincio a pensare anche altri significati……sapete com’è: paesi e lingue…….a me qui nevica SEMPRE !
E non smette….dopo molte ore e parecchio sconcerto ci sono persone costrette ad abbandonare le macchine dove capita e ad ognuno tocca la sua avventura. Tutto quel che segue lo diranno the news.
As for me I have a roof over their head and a warm place, food and winter clothes ... shoes so, so ... but anyway ... .. ... .. as a whole and we can leave the contemplation of a landscape erased and redrawn lines soft and puffy.

Saturday morning the sun shines and shines the country. It 's beautiful but is also a finite world upside down. Friends and meetings there will be no because everyone is stuck somewhere far from here. On the phone I follow the stories of snow and a 17 Friday.
the snow crunching under your feet, remained buried under the snow is also my fragile heart. Evaporates in the smell of woodsmoke and winter, to undo the thoughts wandering with low clouds that come and run away in a continuous series of appearances and disappearances. The ice covering the river sing, sing anyway, but the music is paused, the music I needed to go forward and make it less heavy.

"Sunday blades" everyone is at work, even the bells seem to be discrete in this Sunday's half men and half of snow mud pot-bellied with the carrot nose. Who does not shovel the unusual landscape photos and when the sun goes away again I'm leaving too. Forgetting my heart somewhere under a pile of snow not yet melted.

It snowed again, once more about me here. This time even more and I wonder why every time I come to this place is snowing and I lose heart. And because this time even more.

Now I'm back in my mess, without my heart abandoned elsewhere, and with really cold feet.
And soon it's Christmas.

Gingerbread

Dose for 20/25 biscotti

140g di burro
115g. di zucchero
80g di miele d’acacia
1 uovo
280g di farina
1 cucchiaino di lievito
1 cucchiaino di bicarbonato
3 cucchiaini di zenzero
3 cucchiaini di cannella
1 cucchiaino scarso di chiodi di garofano
1 cucchiaino scarso di noce moscata

Per la glassa

Un albume
100g di zucchero a velo
½ cucchiaino di succo di limone

Lavorate il burro a crema con lo zucchero e quando è spumoso aggiungete l’uovo. Poi unite e poco a poco Sift flour with spices and yeast and then honey.
Make the dough firm up in refrigerator for a few hours and then roll it out and cut it out. Compacted without the remaining dough knead again. The dough becomes too soft to be treated quickly and then put it back in the fridge whenever you need to make it harder manipolatelo and not more than necessary.
Cool again before baking the cookies at 180 degrees for about 15 minutes.
When cookies are cool you can ice. Beat the egg whites until stiff and add the powdered sugar in several times. The lemon juice will make a brilliant glaze. If you prefer not put satin.

Isro Conducted Rocket Test Of Cryogenic Engines

Strampatorta with goblins and a Zebra

In competition

"So what?" I asked Teresa and does not stop staring at me, his expression worried drowning in my silence.
"I do not really want us out?" A thin dribble of fear of dirty words George.
"We thus erasing?! Without hesitation and without mercy?! "Exclaims Catherine
Not without hesitation, and I think the rest blank, the language fails to articulate any sound.
“Siamo i migliori amici immaginari che tu abbia” blandisce Max.
La mia immaginazione è stanca, replico senza parole. La mia vita è stanca. IO sono stanca.
Chiudo.
Forse.
Magari solo per un po’.
O per sempre.
Camilla si soffia rumorosamente il naso e Stefano l’abbraccia per consolarla e per proteggerla dall’angoscia.
La colpa è mia.
Solo Giada si trastulla serenamente, parla con il gatto e cambia l’ordine delle formine dei biscotti: una volta, due volte, tre volte. Giada che non mette mai a fuoco gli eventi e raramente coglie il senso di ciò che le succede intorno.
Una stupidità che, at this time, the envy enormously.

PC flashes "Incoming Mail."
"Do not open it?" I hope that Stephen calls, I believe in divine intervention to save them all.
I shrugged. I ask for a recipe, do not even know if I still want to be a pastry. This does annoy
Teresa "You are a Confectioner. It is one thing to decide is already decided. What we decide now is whether we want all want to come back to life again, or remain there long, so graciously and sits idly on the couch like a mangy old cat! "
not bother me, I say speechless and breathless and hit the left mouse button.
I want a recipe ... ... .... ... ... Something else a cake, a recipe ... .... A whirlwind of words that seem to shoot out colorful, frolicking and chasing each other on the screen. I read once. Twice. Three times. Prior to establishing that those who wrote the mail is crazy. Or very young. Young and crazy. Indeed, it is crazy. And I feel very, very old. Like a mangy cat. Quickly conclude that I can not do anything for her and instead write "Yes, ok, I'll help." Then look repentance. Look forward to hearing burn the finger pressed on "send" and I expect, however, that the paved open into a chasm and swallow me and Teresa, Caterina, Stefano e tutti gli altri esplodono uno ad uno come i mostri di un filmetto horror di serie B.
Invece questo non succede. Max sorride e scambia un’occhiata d’intesa con Teresa, Stefano schiocca un bacio sulla fronte di Camilla visibilmente rasserenata e Giorgio molla una pacca sulla schiena di Stefano.
Sono tutti salvi, pure Giada che impila stampini per muffin chiedendo al gatto quale sia il suo colore preferito.

Il telefono squilla ed è lei . Lei fatta di energia e follia, schizzi e colori, lei che ti fa sorridere per forza.
Lei …tutta pois. Scuoto la testa e rido.
Quando riattacco la cornetta Giada annuisce.
Giada? Mah.

Così la cucina si riempie della consueta confusione organizzata. Io schizzo disegni e forme con la matita, immagino sulla lingua un sapore, poi un altro e un altro e cerco di immaginarli l’uno accanto all’altro, uno dopo l’altro come personaggi di una piece teatrale che entrano in scena in morbida sequenza.

 

Zebretta (come la chiamo io con licenza di nomignolo su un nick) vuole fare una torta “strampatorta”; would like to put chocolate, ginger, radish, flour, almonds and hazelnuts, beer, leprechaun Irish roots, but no cream, perhaps colored balls, confetti explosives miccette, rockets, and a good sprinkling of powdered sugar. Because it's crazy, like I said before. Or very young, the other hypotheses.
"Yes, well, from the wisdom of your one hundred and two years have thought of something?" Teresa has not broken much, either before or now. Teresa does not move ever.
"I like it," he adds softly winking "is a very intelligent Zebretta"
Yes, it's true. He has something special. You sincere, true, is vital. But what strikes me most is that manages to be safe to cross itself without this leading to complicated questions of life.
One thing I've always taken for granted before we know cars of humanity lost and unhappy.

"I want a cake shaped a bit 'naive' I say to myself more than anything else, just a thought louder than the previous ones.
"But the ingredients ... .. half of those who is willing to use Zebra enough ... ... "
... ... ... and advance" consider Stephen and Camilla.
What good students that I have.
"I do not know how to cook, right?" He asks Max
"Uhm .... I said no ... ... ... ... .. but not so much that is a pledge"
"So we think of something simple." George says, stroking the chin thoughtfully.
"Why?" I wonder "The theme of the cake is friendship," he explains, "then a simple matter. But also difficult. Tasty stuff to eat with joy and greed. But he wants his moments of reflection, intimacy. Attention, respect and always many, many loving care. "
" The theme of what? "Asked Jade while a movement is clumsy drop all cutters just stacked on each other.

"Enough, at work !!!!"

Zebretta makes me think of the North. There is no reason, maybe because of something that we told you travel. If I think a recipe .... It makes me think of the North. And I have no time to wonder why. A classic Northern: nuts, buckwheat, and black currant. The red and black currant is cheerful, currants and the laughter of two Argentine friends who tell funny stories. Buckwheat has a bitter taste, the brown color and a vaguely mysterious and exotic. Not too weird but not entirely normal: a Zebra things too "normal" does not excite the imagination.
Hazelnuts instead are for me: I love them.


For the hazelnut cake and buckwheat



100g buckwheat flour 50g
00
100g chopped

hazelnuts 100g sugar 2 eggs 50g butter

1 / 2 tablespoon baking
a cap rum
About ½ cup of milk or water




I open the eggs and beat with sugar until they are foamy then add the softened butter.
When the butter is combined with eggs mounted something bad can happen: everything goes limp and not more resumes.
I know it's sad but we can not do anything.
happens that someone's smile, his promise, make you feel happy like a nice macarons swollen, like a perfectly shaped cup cakes that seem to come from the illustrations of a fairy tale, happy as a tonka bean.
Love happens, happens also to Friendship. It seems that the sun will shine forever and yet suddenly it's raining. Actually I find the macarons are as beautiful to behold as overly sweet and cloying, the cup cakes are just muffins (ie mix of tubing) topped with a cream wagon barely edible fat and sweet and tonka bean ... .... but you can take seriously, which is called a "Tonka "?!!!!!!!!
mean that things happen ... ... .. I'm not like you expected. And you can not help it.

However, a good pastry is not afraid for so little, and above all know what really counts, fashions and frivolities apart. And there are eggs that are not dismantled, recipes that have a meaning and a story. Then add the eggs
installed (perfectly) with butter and the flour sifted with baking powder, chopped nuts, rum and smooth the dough with a little ' water (I prefer milk) to make it perfectly smooth. I put the dough into a round baking dish (diameter 20cm) greased and floured. Then in the oven for about 40 minutes at 180 degrees.

Max PC reads the mail coming from Zebra: "... .... aesthetically I think of something ... like a spiral of chocolate or wafer salt and macarons made spiral ladder or marbled chocolate curls that are reflected on a mirror glaze ... but ... ... I can cardboard , eh !?!?! Do you think something like that I can stay up !?!?"

I did not understand even one iota of such great rants. In return, we made a laugh and I thought I heard strange laughter coming from behind bags of flour ... ... ....







Meanwhile Catherine prepares a light cream with mascarpone cream

pink mascarpone

60g 30g mascarpone cream


sugar to taste black currant jam ... .. qp

The cream and butter milk are: similar and different. Two points of the circle, but drawn in a completely different time. So mount the mascarpone with a whisk to make him a frothy cream but if you beat the cream too long, the serum is separated from fat and cream goodbye.
must be careful.
The superficiality has no friends.
The accuracy is close only to the crust of the truest feelings.
Cream is a delicate thing.

Sugar: = qb enough, that is, de gustibus. But without the sweetness that is friendship?
currant jam: qp = what like. The currant is a bitter note, currants does not tell a story for another and does not hide anything. The black currant is the sincere side of sweetness. It is more cruel sugar is shameless is inconvenient as the truth is, on the other hand, red as love. And according to Zebra pink is sooo feminine.

whipping cream and mascarpone with the sugar Catherine adds a little 'black currant jam and get a delicious creamy sauce and soft pink.

There is another mail, says Max and says "ok, I pondered, I thought about her going ... and I also searched on the internet ideas ... I would say that the decorated cakes I like, but I like even more than a little ... no frills' stylish ... simple ... "Thank goodness

.

Max still reads "No sugar paste, but from what I understand so you too will be sickly and" fake " ... ... .. I like the icing ..... and I'd even had it not homogeneous but drops the macarons ..... ...... I do not know how to put them decoratively we would see more of the wafers or tuilles ... (Never done and I shudder at the thought, but if we play in the game might as well!). They could go in place of stravisti curls of chocolate ... (granted, right?) ... ... ... .. Then something round and soft, like a line that unites us, not that there breaks! Type casting or foam or bubble above ( as are the iles flottant!? I've seen in a magazine and I do not know absolutely that consistency have ...)"

"But what enters the iles flottants?" asks Camille, forehead frowning. Camilla also knows that it is a pudding, and none of us can imagine it "above" a cake.
Even somebody giggles from behind the eggs ... ... ..






Teresa looks at me. Naif or elegant?
Naif, I said naive.

fetch a cylindrical portion of the pie cut with a pasta bowl round. Cut the cake lengthwise and stuffed with mascarpone cream to pink. Veliamo all with a butter cream and icing sugar to make it harden in the refrigerator and, finally, prepare the chocolate glaze.


Glossy Chocolate Icing
100g di cioccolato 55%
100g di burro
10g olio di semi

Fondo il cioccolato e lo amalgamo al burro in pomata. Aggiungo l’olio. E poi verso sulla torta.
Con un po’ di cioccolato faccio dei grandi pois.

Ed infine mini-mini meringhette. Che si fanno come le meringhe normali ma piccole piccole che si asciugano in un attimo.
Zebretta….le meringhette le vendono anche già fatte ma…….mica barerai, eh?

Non so ma……ho l’impressione che il vasetto del miele si sia mosso……

Un gran fracasso di piattini e stoviglie mi distoglie da questi pensieri: è l’ora dell’assaggio e la cucina è piuttosto eccitata.
Teresa controlla l’aspetto del suo pezzo di torta, Max assapora voluttuosamente, Stefano e Camilla si scambiano piccoli bocconi e nel silenzio che segue mi sembra che nella mia vita non ci sia nulla che non va.

“Allora” chiede Giada con la bocca piena “non ci uccidi più?”

Chissà. Per ora ringraziate Zebretta, penso, e seguendo il filo dello sguardo di Giada mi pare di vedere…..qualcosa che…….. salta e si va a nascondere dietro il vaso delle nocciole……….



Questo post, in joint con quello of Zebra spotted participate in the competition for the edible food.
who follows me knows that I take part in contests, swaps, and similar collections so this is the first and almost certainly the last contest that I will take part. I take this opportunity to thank Genny it opened and my "partner" Zebretta for me, despite myself, involved.

Put Cheats On Gpsphone Green Leaf

raining stars . The valance sbrisolona

raining stars.
When this happens I feel it, without wanting to hear it.
raining stars and opened again, the big window that lets in cold air. It is a blow and then a gust. It is air that you can touch, is cold and hard as the truth.

In this recipe I'm jealous. Mica
a mysterious sweet, indeed, the most famous throughout Italy. Born in Mantua, which retains the name, but everywhere he traveled. Everyone knows him. Each pastry, however, makes its version, and so each cake is the same but a little 'different. There are things that are the same for everyone, but also a bit 'different.
Mi guardo le mani. Le mani di ognuno di noi fanno la differenza. Le mani e qualcos’altro. Così l’Amore, la Vita….la Morte……sono quelle, la stessa cosa per tutti. Per tutti una cosa diversa.

Piovono stelle. Lo sentivo da un po’ che sarebbe successo qualcosa, quando queste due parole hanno cominciato a ronzarmi in testa senza motivo. E ho avuto paura.
“Non devi” mi sono detta e ripetuta ma ho avuto paura lo stesso e non sono riuscita a vincere quel senso di tristezza profonda che sentivo insediata nello stomaco.
Eppure, guarda, piovono stelle ed è una cosa bella. Ne piovono tante che il cielo si è fatto bianco e sembra neve, sembra lieve, seems something to cry about, yes, but with emotion and joy. The watch, spellbound.
And they, the stars, rain down and seems to smile.

The coarsely chopped almonds and hazelnuts. Hazelnuts are one of my license, the original cake is made of almonds alone. What we aspire to do and all that sweet pastry perfect leading straight to the road to happiness. Not a moment of enjoyment, not the fleeting pleasure. Rather than a sudden moment of joy, a bit of joy to remember forever. And she was happy
when he ate my sbrisolona. When thinking about the future when looking for an idea of \u200b\u200bthe future and peace can be imagined to eat even one piece. And waiting for that moment.
Sieve together the flours, stir the sugar and add salt and lemon zest. Then mix with the yolks, I add nuts and marsala.
When I do this always happens to me sweet put in a lot of things. They flow in as if by magic. And then return, reflected in a smile, the light emanating from the eyes of the essay.
wires that keep us connected to one another are subtle and invisible, sometimes dirty with crumbs and almonds.

Ed in questo momento non saprei che altro fare, ora che questo filo si sta spezzando, ora che la finestra è aperta, che piovono stelle e che tu….che tu……non hai avuto il tempo per mangiare ancora un pezzo di dolce e non hai più gli occhi per leggere le mie parole, che ti facevano ridere e commuovere, e non hai più il sorriso. Il tuo sorriso è chiuso in un tubo. Il tuo sorriso aspetta che vengano a prenderlo per portarlo via.
Tutti piangono e dicono “Lei non lo sa” ma non è così.
Tu lo sai.
Lo sapevi anche quando hai detto “Ne mangerei volentieri un altro pezzo, di quella sbrisolona, magari domani me ne porti un po’”. Poi hai goodbye to a future that would never come on time and making you look at the stars. Raining down.

I add the butter in pieces, do not care to mix it quickly forming large crumbs and put them into the mold, without pressing, without compacting.
Bake at 180 degrees for about 40 minutes or until the surface is golden. And in the end it has been sprinkled with plenty of sugar.
I'm jealous of this recipe. I never thought to make it public.
But there are things that just is not holding, that does not make sense because they retain only gain strength with the generosity, they feed on brotherhood, are meaningless unless they turned to love.
No one has ever denied a smile in return of this cake.
His was the brightest of all.

is .... A slice for you. ... And the last words I wrote ... ... ... ..

If I could invent this story I'd written is certainly different.

Goodbye, Fiorella

Ingredients for a mold of 24 cm

(you can make it higher or lower, with a heart that is softer and quite brittle, so the measure is indicative of the mold)

125g di farina 00
75g di farina di mais fioretto
100g di burro
2 tuorli
100g tra nocciole e mandorle tritate grossolanamente (io uso metà e metà, potete utilizzare solo mandorle o cambiare la proporzione a vostro gusto)
Un cucchiaino di scorza di limone
Un pizzico di sale
Un tappo di marsala

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Caro Maestro Monicelli...

Dear Master Monicelli

few years ago, during the days of Italian cinema held at the Lincoln Centre in New York, I had the good fortune to spend a whole afternoon with you, walking the streets of the Big Apple watching the Americans, stopping in a couple of bars, eating breakfast together, going down by two taxi Indian Sikhs, lucky for me that was embodied in the fact that for a few hours I could hear his words in intimacy and confidence by Italians on holiday to ' abroad, with enough comic always feel tacked on "foreign" to those who fall upon brancaleonescamente inside. Needless to say, that was a funny and unforgettable moment, and instructive course.

Master, I have always been considered one of the most important men in the history of cinema of all time.

I want to tell her that I was always surprised immensely for his sincerity and irony, often amused cynicism, passing on all that could be "blocked", photography, reading beyond the banal, of the Convention of moralism, and area of \u200b\u200bconvenience, process, repeat with irony, making a real philosophy of life that has no equal, humanly and artistically, illuminating things with pure truth and unique ability to look at. What strikes me of you, is the algebraic fundamental rightness of his ideas, its values. And the total lack of superstructure in the trial, his crystal clear ability to not be fooled just constantly taking seriously in the discipline of irony and subtle and refined autorinoia that only adults can put in place with a masterly skill that comes from 'Having lived and done things and not in' only think of them, or heard, lived through others.

Monicelli does not waste words, it is always a Romanesque simplicity, hard, healthy, humane, his eye bright and deep I feel old and has always put great, film and life and also of heroism, a figure that has expressed, whatever someone will tell us, until last breath.

Thanks Master, perhaps you, as it did in New York, mock me for the title that I address you use, intimadomi to call Mario, but I do not know what else to do to refer to her in this painful moment, and you feel as of now having to devote my heart that I'm making this film, because none of us that 'it has known, seen, heard, read, can not loving her, following her spirit, not to feel his son, the sons of a father who lives We always wrote as he turned and told, on screen, in the newspapers in those unforgettable walks in the human soul that was his work and commitment.

I will miss immensely, ma in questo difficile momento credo che il suo esempio potrà davvero diventare la bussola che la nostra Cultura sta cercando.

Con affetto.

Eugenio Cappuccio

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Le riprese sono (quasi) finite!

Gian Filippo Corticelli, Eugenio Cappuccio e Pietro

Le riprese sono finite, restano dei fegatelli, come si suol dire in gergo cine-norcino, cioè pezzetti, frattaglie da girare, che si realizzano a fine film o a montaggio avanzato e che concludono la pietanza. Un foglio su una porta con un messaggio, una bottiglia di profumo che prende fuoco, dettagli...

Poi ci sono anche dei filetti, a background to turn the United States to put in chromakey behind the windows of a car, a romantic place to be behind Solfrizzi and Belen. But the big, the fatted calf, has now been killed and the cooks are preparing for the installation of the oven.

I write this post with the feeling that the browser returns to earth after months of pain and a sense of land inevitably comes over me. I still feel the vibrations and tensions of the waves that run the boat-film. The work goes on, but now it is to organize and assemble things piled up in warehouses at the port, because the new vessel to be launched will be able to win the final and most important crossing, that to the public.

thank everyone for their help and the crew with arrogance and professionalism have led the maritime boat right here.

I'm going to make myself a fry at this point, I got hungry ... shame not to be Savelletri!

PS From time to time let you know of sites that talk about the film that I liked.

http://cinemotore.splinder.com/post/23585625

soon and follow us, that the adventure has just begun!

Meanwhile I want to publish the photo of my son Peter that came to give me some advice as I turned to Savelletri, shot by our good photographer Andrea Cato.

also remind all that in my site a bit 'will be filled with content on this movie:

http://www.eugeniocappuccio.it/

Cap

Corticelli Gian Filippo, Pietro and Paola Rota

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“Ma è fantastico, miracoloso, geniale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“E’ una antinevralgico, non un miracolo” taglia corto Teresa.
“Mannò…..è…..è……è meraviglioso!!!” rispondo io commossa quasi fino alle lacrime.
“E’ solo una medicina, una cosa che noi umani, comuni e mortali usiamo con notevole frequenza, nel nostro mondo civilizzato, e senza tante inutili euforie” ribatte lei.
“E sbagliate ad essere così superficiali perché è una cosa favolosa e voi dovreste essere grati, grati, grati a questa incredibile polverina magica!”
Ho detto “voi”, l’ho detto. Ehm…… non che questo faccia di me a human immortal and uncommon. Maybe not
common: those who struggle in pain for days when you just take a bag of anti dolorific? Those who pass sleepless nights and trudge crashed during the day by a crippling back pain without resorting to this simple solution?
A person is not common. An unusual semi-stupid. A human mortally stupid.
Like me.
solutions are never simple I do not mind. I honestly do not know why.
"This time you will be forced to make you come up with a simple solution," he warns Stefano. He smiles, but his observation seems to contain some kind of threat. Veiled, subtle, cleverly hidden but still a sort of warning. "I will be compelled" I already do not like, "simple solution" instead has a certain charm. As something exotic, unusual. Because the truth is that it's easier to complicate your life, rather than the reverse. In particular, this applies to the feminine gender, which has an innate aptitude for the practice. And even more especially true of the genus to which I belong.
But the winning ideas are always simple ones.
"I will be forced." Ah .... A challenge, though! So I like it.
Teresa shakes her head, she resigned and I am a hopelessness. Or are points of view.
Or is it a glimpse of stories, look for stories where there are not or do not seem to always work.
I like it.
And now they are no longer bent on three pain and I will not be for the next ... ... .. I read on the bag. ... The next ... well, for a tot of hours I'll be an unknown primate erected and no memory of even the most recent past suffering.
But the challenge remains: to prepare a dessert in 30 minutes and not a minute more. I'm not talking to discard Viennetta and even open the box of pudding Elah. And let alone get away with a stupid pastry cream and two wafers. A dessert of all respect. In 30 minutes. Not one more.
Why?
Why the "great genius of my friend" (Stephen) has seen fit to involve me (to my total knowledge) in a kind of contest among cooks, as a "test of the cook" Noantri, a duel between ladles of the country. Or maybe not. Maybe it could be worse .... A race between a pro.
I never thought of.
In short, there will be a race and that's it. It all started because, again that great genius and his girlfriend, had been arguing with two other students of culinary schools, each to tout the praises of his or her teacher and ... .. here is the brilliant idea that gave birth to: to make us play a game. There is a packet why?
"Come on, it will be fun!" I am encouraged by Giorgio
"It will be fun for you that you will be there to watch!" Replied acid to keep the point.
I have no sense of the race: I miss that little malice and implied malice that are needed.
"It 's a game! Only a game, "insists Stephen. It will also be a game while you watch and I enjoy it and I have to work hard. Sick as they are, I think as I hide the bags antineuralgic behind his back. For some reason continues to look like a witch's trick, a magic or worse, a deception.

Prepare a dessert all over in 30 minutes, not one more.
ready to roll.

we first focus on the orange sauce that will be ready in just thirty minutes.

orange sauce

4 oranges 60g sugar

In a small saucepan with thick bottom I put the orange juice and sugar. I let it go to fire moderately busy until I got a thick sauce and fluid. Meanwhile, prepare



The sfogliette of pastry

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200g flour 100g sugar 100g butter


2 egg yolks 1 tablespoon Grand Marnier
A bit 'of sugar to cover

Now: sandy flour with butter, add sugar and when I got a gritty powder add eggs and mix quickly with liquor.
Roll out the dough thin (3 mm approximately) and cropping lasagne. With the forms you would leave to the imagination. Vol I now have no time!
Before bake at 200 ° dusting the dough with plenty of sugar. 10 minutes and are ready to be removed from the oven when they are colorful and a little golden.
È una pasta frolla, deve essere friabile e molto croccante.

Mentre la salsa va da sè e le sfogliette cuociono in forno preparo:

La crema di ricotta

600g di ricotta di pecora (di qualità e senza panna)
160g di zucchero a velo (senza amido aggiunto)
60g di scorzettte di arancia candita
30g. di scaglie di cioccolato fondente
2 cucchiai di Grand Marnier

Setaccio la ricotta e poi la lavoro con la spatola per ottenere una crema liscia e vellutata alla quale aggiungo, poco a poco, lo zucchero a velo. Mi raccomando senza amido. Incorporo orange peels, chocolate chips and Grand Marnier. Finally

chocolate

The chocolate ganache

40g. dark chocolate 72%
40g. butter

not really a ganache. If you remain in the plates to solidify long.
hereby release the chocolate with the butter, working with the spatula to not make him lose and then the gloss on Article dishes. Serve a scoop of ricotta, and sfogliette cup with orange sauce.

for the version in the glass: the chocolate on the bottom and brushed bordi, ricotta, un po’ di salsa, ricotta a coprire, ancora salsa e le sfogliette di frolla infilate nella crema come cialde.

Altre varianti………sac a poche e fantasia………..
Concedetevi qualcosa di più di 30 minuti e montate meglio il piatto di come abbia fatto io.
O fotografatelo con maggior perizia!

Alla fine della gara abbiamo fatto una gran festa, ho riso tanto, durante la serata, che le lacrime hanno compromesso il rimmel ed il trucco e mi sono persa le bustine di anti nevralgico chissà dove.
Ci siamo scambiati ricette, sparato stupidaggini e scolati parecchi bicchieri di novello.
Solo a casa mi sono accorta I had returned back pain.
And I had lost the race.

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Kill me with spices. The pan d'Epices.

assumptions, in the very first time, could be three: removed, lost, stolen.
that my car has not been removed it was easy to be seen: a few clicks on the Internet, delivery of the deposit of municipal call.
"The car is not at the warehouse" = not removed.
Well, before excluding "lost" looking good. To no avail. Not that I remember where we parked, but after traveling several miles back and forth through the neighborhood in which I live, the only result is that I have two more tough buttocks than Angelina Jolie. And a little 'back pain. Everything else has remained the same and does not look like Angelina at all, unfortunately. Meanwhile
meet a regular customer who asks me something delicious and different than usual for breakfast and take note.

I could rule out the possibility "lost". Although not entirely, that still does not feel like it's all right because, you know, hope is always the last to die. I would like a shot cinnamon to get me a bit 'up.
And I go by the Police because the machine had actually been stolen, could be committed heinous crimes and I could end my life in jail, unable to prove that it was not me driving my car at the material time. If I think I'm almost three weeks that I have not seen horrified: it could be anywhere, with anyone.
guess the military that I submit to grueling interrogations bloody front fenders, headlights pointing in the eye. Courtrooms. Crowded prison cell. The model of Bruno Vespa.

The police have the computer inoperable. "It 's a long thing?" Wonder "" At least two days. "
Heck, what if some heinous crime would be made right now and beat me to come on the wire wool!
The policeman, of which I do not understand nor can I'd understand if you catch me the trouble of guardagli the stars that I could not understand, I apologize for the mistake many times. He is kind and is also mortified because he can not help me. It 'also very handsome so I'm sorry too, that I can help.
"Good day" greets me when I started. Well, it seems too good day, I have (presumably) stolen a car.
He finds the claim is relevant and feels even more guilty. I would also anxious about what thieves could do with my car. "That will not be your worry." Decisive statement "No one would ever think that she may be the author of a robbery." Why
Noooooo ???????!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, I thought rather than a massacre. In any case, rest a bit 'wrong, the officer jumps at the direction of my disappointed expression and hastens to explain that he had no intention to offend, nor underestimate me and give me as incompetent criminal. It meant something else that explains, with an eloquent expression of his face, looking from the bottom up or back with his eyes dai piedi ai capelli. Un tratto breve, dopotutto. Volevo vedere se avendo l’aspetto di Angelina- Tomb Raider mi avrebbe trattata con meno sufficienza!
Insomma “Buongiorno”dice e io rispondo “Buongiorno” o quel che è, se non buono davvero.
Chiodi di garofano, il broncio appena accennato, noce moscata. Prendo la scalinata e mi trascino su.
Gli uffici della polizia sono tre rampe di scale oltre e 150 metri più avanti.
Nei corridoi non c’è nessuna gioviale confusione, non ci sono Montalbano e neanche un procuratore tipo Insinna. Tanto meno qualche fighissimo commissario dagli occhi azzurri. Forse guardo troppa Tv?
Il poliziotto in guardiola mi dice di aspettare and points to a couch in the back of a room lit with joy cemetery. The wait is
lunghini and I wonder if my time here count as an excuse if, at this very moment, the drunk driving in my car and killing is investing an unspecified amount of innocent pedestrians. It's not really a waiting room, this would be the hallway of a palace that was completely turned into a police station and has retained the look of the hallway - the stairwell that was. Is easy to visualize the landings, and the apartments have been converted into many rooms. In front of me, I sit under gray scales, there is a wooden guardhouse with large windows, typical of watchtowers of all the other goalies in the area, while others are armed only with a broom.
To kill time I read: on the sofa there is a brochure with offers of Todis and a 1972 book in French-speaking (I think) of psychology. Without figures.
not think I can easily pass the time.
I pass by some people, just a couple in uniform but all completely dark. A girl who seems to be the secretary of the rag. Persichetti salutes and goes home. A guy comes along and the air foolish with a colleague, shovel in hand. No one smiles. Nobody wears the uniform. No one exudes manly power against crime.
Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon ... ... .... Flutters a thick gloom and gray, the voices of the few that look between the porter's lodge complaints office boom in 'hall disguised as a waiting room, amplifying the effect of dark neon lopsided. Other than
tourbillon personal stories set in the whirlwind of exciting cases to solve. Too many
fiction. I see too much fiction.

I think, more ginger and cinnamon, a little less cloves, nutmeg, just a bit ....

When he finally comes time to make a complaint I remember the body language.
I know how I'm sitting it does not: he betrays the desire to escape. In fact the two are and I have a tremendous hunger!
Non vorrei sembrare colpevole. Sapete quelli che ammazzano i pedoni e poi vanno a denunciare il furto dell’’auto per fingere che loro non c’entrano niente? Il poliziotto osserva il monitor. Non mi chiede i dati personali, solo la targa. E fissa il video. Vorrei chiedergli se già risulta chi sia il ladro ma penso sia meglio tacere e stare tranquilla. Qualunque cosa potrebbe essere usata contro di me. Studio il cartello sulla mia destra che spiega come leggere i gradi gerarchici della polizia ma la persona che ho davanti indossa un maglione e non la divisa. Un maglione che non mi piace, a righe.
Non avendo avuto il coraggio di dire proprio per bene le cose come stanno arranco sulla domanda finale e, dopo aver firmato una quantità forms, ask: "If it were found?". If they find they tell us.
It certainly ... "But if they find us?" (So, by chance, have you ever seen .... Maybe that we remember where we parked. ... I think without saying, of course) "In that case," he says "you have to call the 113 on site and we will return it "YOU? In that case, returns it to YOU \u200b\u200b?!!!!
But look.
I get home and I deal with each other and then when I go out for a walk and buy something for dinner, throw an eye on parked cars but no trace of my. I came back and while a few meters from the door, try the house keys I see it. Lei My car. Ten meters from the apartment where the only piece of road I have not looked because I was strasicura that could not be there and then .... just below the house, I thought there looking stupid ... ... ... ... ... I thought. ... stupid .... I wonder why?
Ginger. And a shot of nutmeg. Nails. ... So many ... .... Cloves put where they hurt! While the police look

I bought a pair of boots in the shop opposite the car park and I do talk to the seller. Then I stop at the bakery next door. My baker whose shop is right in front of the stall where I parked the car, the bakery where I buy bread every day.
According to him I'm a very funny and every time I lifted the day's encounters, he says. I've found a kind of surreal madness absolutely irresistible. How cute!
But he sees me hardly credible in a "bank robber". Drowned with nutmeg!
waaay time later comes the steering wheel that has to find the car that I, in truth, I think I have already found, however, we find both together. While one of the two police officers writing the reports the other asks us about why both failed badly chocolate tart. (I swear it asks me really). Both
two stripes on their shoulders: assistant grade, which comes after agent and chose! Mica
escapes me nothing to me!

bread dough at home because of Epices is perfect for breakfast, not too sweet and without fat.
And because a little 'spice I certainly will do well.

Ingredients 150g rye flour
200g di farina bianca
70g di zucchero di canna
150g di miele d’acacia
150g di acqua (o latte)
1 bustina di lievito senza vanillina
3 cucchiaini di spezie miste (cannella, zenzero, noce moscata, chiodi di garofano) sale

Setacciare le due farine con le spezie. Unire il sale, lo zucchero ed il lievito.
Sciogliere il miele nell’acqua (o nel latte) calda ed unire alle farine impastando con le fruste a velocità moderata. Versare il composto in uno stampo da plum cake ed infornare a 200° per circa 10 minuti poi abbassare la temperatura a 180° e cuocere altri 40 minuti circa.

My new boots are beautiful.
And this story did not invent even a comma (alas).

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Girevole notte...

Last night we filmed the arrival of Talita drunk with his retinue of night owls who follows her and a crowd of photographers kept at bay by the hurdles of investing flash. "'ll Make" the scene in post production because with these machines (Canon D7) scan shows half illuminated frame and the rest no, limits of electronics ...

Piero Cicala, drunk and with a cigarette hanging from lips, look, crushed on the wall next to the revolving glass door, guests and therefore beyond the barriers, like a drowning amused by the hubbub. overturned by evidence given to "The Best Years", where he sung "I, you and the sea."

One of the bodyguards of Talita Cortés, a Cuban boy athletic, Cicala known, feared, and when he sees a disturbing Piero is anticipating the entry of the rondo Talita Exedra, tackled him, he was born almost a fight. Talita aware of it: see Piero inside the revolving doors, But, as she calls it ... can then he laughs, he is thrown on him, falling down in disbelief and tumbling Cicala not understand anything anymore ... She gets up, tells him that he saw on TV, which was very good and the print a kiss on the mouth, which collects a burst "gossipara" flash ... Cicala increasingly like a stunned Fasella between the waves of kindness!

a scene very articulate!

Hello, see you soon. Cap

Talita Cortès (Bélen Rodriguez) e Piero Cicala (Emilio Solfrizzi)

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Girare al chiuso

Mi piace girare all'aperto. Lo confesso.

Mi piace la linea di fuga, il paesaggio che contiene uomini, cose, natura. Vasto, senza angoli e blocchi. Nubi, mare, sabbia, vento. La macchina da presa si muove con un senso di "gloria".

La luce determina col suo corso naturale un atteggiamento sano nei confronti della storia, il sole nasce, sale, punta lo zenit, si muove, cala, sparisce, l'allegoria della vita che rappresenta s’impressiona nei supporti che registrano, nelle voci, nelle ombre che mutano naturalmente, negli occhi di tutti, davanti e dietro la macchina fotografica da presa.

Ora siamo a Roma.

Giriamo all'interno dell'Hotel Exedra, che con grande cordialità ci sta ospitando in questi giorni per raccontare tutta la parte del passaggio di Piero Cicala per le lussuose camere e i suntuosi ambienti di un mondo che non conosce più, remoto, misterioso quasi, premio per la sua accettazione della sfida canora, dopo trent'anni di silenzio.

Ed io con lui e la mia troupe all'interno di quelle pareti antiche, mirabilmente elegant and full of fillers, hot lights that rise and spreading on marble, gold, in a flourish of Art Nouveau forms of neo-classical fugues.

From the windows of the rooms and corridors where Belen and Emilio follow, chase, and scrutinize know, it filters the unceasing breath of the metropolis, and the rain beats expanses of cars queued up here that seem even more senseless galleys. I like to shoot outdoors

, but I feel in here is forming the core of the film.

The Exedra: is interesting to read what Wikipedia says the word "portico":

In architecture, exedra è un incavo semicircolare, sovrastato da una semicupola, posto spesso sulla facciata di un palazzo (ma usato come apertura in una parete interna).

Il significato greco originale (un sedile all'esterno della porta) afferiva a una stanza che si apre su un portico, circondata tutt'intorno da banchi di pietra alti e ricurvi: un ambiente aperto destinato a luogo di ritrovo e conversazione filosofica. Un'esedra può anche risaltare da uno spazio vuoto ricurvo in un colonnato, magari con una sede semicircolare.

L'esedra fu adottata dai Romani, per poi affermarsi in epoche storiche successive (a partire dall'architettura romanica e da quella bizantina).

Environment is intended to open a meeting place and philosophical conversation ... I do not know if our players will talk about his philosophy ... no, I do not think, but it certainly fits well with the idea of \u200b\u200bthe semicircular a meeting place and meeting and discussion and knowledge, the moments when Talita (Belen) and Piero (Solfrizzi) impact each other in the world and the fate that they bring with them.

So these wishes and coincidence comforts me to work indoors, and I hope that the circularity of history in the sense that at this stage I am trying to achieve, here we smile at the sixth week of production of this film.

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Il primo giorno con Belen Rodriguez

What to say? It was a beautiful day! I confess that I was pretty tense, even though the situation did not fail to offer some ideas that were hoping for a shooting session and exciting way to combine my built instances and the entrance of Belen Rodriguez. We are always

3 Cinecittà, a great place to work, before the "big green" a sumptuous green-back against which the imagination can go wild. The green-back is really like the movie screen ever. It is the surface on which to project the image and the magic inlay propose new worlds and new ways of making films.

Non è sicuramente una cosa nuova, ma è nuovo di sicuro il livello dei risultati che la tecnica di ripresa digitale ad alta definizione è in grado di trarre da quella sovrapposizione di realtà reale , gli oggetti ripresi davanti al "verde", e realtà virtuale , ciò che riempirà il "vuoto" verde, dando illusione e contemporaneamente senso a quanto messo in scena senza fondale, realtà tangibile, cose, materia.

Siamo nel regno dell'immateriale e, paradosso, in quell'immateriale ho fatto muovere Bélen, con la sua presenza prorompente.

Abbiamo girato uno spot di un profumo. Un profumo inventato per il nostro film, dal nome forse scontato "Talita's Secret". Il segreto di Talita, il personaggio dell'icona mondiale multimediale che Bélen incarna in questo film, a Roma, appunto, per presentare il prodotto. È un filmato che vedremo sparso nel film, nei televisori che incroceremo e che rimanderanno la bellezza della sua "testimonial" e la singolarità dell'ambientazione. La bella testimonial è naturalmente Bélen , la singolarità dell'ambientazione è data da un mondo di fuoco e magma nel quale la donna si muove, passando attraverso una serie di monoliti pronti a emanare la loro magia, fino all'eruzione di un profumo, il Talita's Secret appunto.

Bélen è stata perfetta in quei suoi viaggi through the fifth stone monolith that until the last, touched by his hands, in a flash postpone the production of perfume. He moves like a beautiful wave between the plates in her black dress and gold hair and makeup with a hypnotic, in which light takes a kind of golden flame that starts from the neck to break the strong movement of the hair.

Belen in this film you will see how you've never seen before. It will be a great added value, I think!

Belen Rodriguez Eugenio Cappuccio

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Iaia Forte with Eugenio Cappuccio

few weeks ago I left Savelletri di Fasano (Brindisi), where I finished shooting my scenes, to arrive in Milan , where I expect the theater ... than sorry! They were beautiful days.

Eugenio Cappuccio is a fantastic director , with attention to the actors that I have rarely encountered. The set is its natural environment, such as his authority does not need to exercise with taxation and attitudes, because the warmth and security comes from talking to the crew and actors.

Iaia Forte Fabrizio Buompastore
and Salvatore Marino

Then the light and the people of Puglia , which remind me of the "Greece" that is in us all ... There is something archaic and sweet in the land that I love. And the crew , where no one breathed neurosis (as often happens ...), but that seemed to breathe the movie with the actors and director. and Antonio Avati, with his grace and wisdom production, which oversaw all discreetly.

I must say that I enjoyed very well with other actors. Solfrizzi, which My husband is in the film, amazing actor, and future pilot (he drove a yellow Miura requirements set, and I'm scared to death about how he ran!), Toto Onnis, Fabrizio Buompastore, Blue Martin, my beloved Gaetano D'amore , all perfect in the roles and all able to draw characters alive. I wanted it to be a television series of 86 episodes for not starting over!

Hello, Iaia