dedicated to friend Teeeempoooooooo ... ... enough, still
Stop.
I need my
Slow Time ... ... ....
I filled the days of huge department stores and closed trucks to load and unload,
I have compiled lists on lists of things to do, things to buy, things to remember and then I ran to remedy all the things I forgot do and forgot to buy and forgot to remember.
I organized and disorganized everything and then cooked, tried again, ricucinato cut, designed, packaged and boxed. Mounted
Ikea cabinets, even.
And now I need time, Slow, and Music.
and understand where I'm going ... ....
here ... ... ... ... .. music .. ... ... ...
Pendant floor to the couch on my new sofa but there are Max, Stephen and Camilla. My pace is still pending and uncertain surprise, for a moment.
Teresa is near the window with his arms crossed and that her look severe when you do not like me.
Catherine keeps time paying attention.
Jade dancing a waltz, alone and mad, the notes scattered mess and master of an area anarchist.
"What are you doing here?"
"Surprise right? Of course, now you've totally forgotten about us as a moldy old stuff! "I apostrophizes Teresa.
They are angry with me. All.
"It 's that .... I ... ...."
"Yes, yes, sure," she curtly, flatly, "Of course, good reasons"
Catherine takes time ... ... the time of that concert that had been under the snow and instead is now here: in my CD player, air and everywhere.
Space widens the spread of the notes. The music fills up the volume and everything like a storm.
you, Catherine, takes the time and I followed up the clarinet remodels and embroider. Become a valuable and magical this time out of time, out of the watches out of every logical and without conventions. Catherine
beats time and we all go back, we can get the beat and the time and all the magic of an infinite thought, inaccurate, shining. That sounds to me.
And now the time is not only slow: it is a waltz that rolls and laughs happy and mad at the command of Jade, his Queen.
in this other world, escaped from the cylinder of a magician distracted, the breath of snow and immense know, things have a completely different name. A name to find out more.
"Have not you lost?" I asked Teresa. I see a dot in the center of the sweetness of his stern look, like when you just pretend it's not like me.
"No" answer "I have found things I did not expect to find it and I found others who did not know existed. I'm just surprised. "
" Are you happy? "Jade asked me screaming, with no stop rolling in his waltz. Max
take my hand and also accompanied me into the mad waltz and I say to Jade on the absolute whirling trumpet;
fastest lap in the embrace of Max, point your feet on the higher notes and let me slip on the deeper . ... .. I am stunned with happiness.
Faster, faster, faster until I can not see anything, only colors.
Dancing in the Ballroom of the world's largest and most enlightened, the knights and ladies are all dressed in beautiful light and diamonds.
The thoughts are still, the questions are like leaves withered and died in December. It is a wet spell wine and music and does not feel right, do not want to wake up.
But it's still a spell and we know that the mystery will be unveiled and revealed. And then hid it again, to preserve the memory of happiness and do not stop wanting to see her again.
Max walks away holding my hand in hers, it makes me a bow and leaves me in the hand of George.
"Welcome back" George tells me and takes me in a lap dance slower and lighter. When I stop Camilla
a fold of my system dress. I, too, wearing diamonds and light, like her.
Teresa opened her fan with a firm and wise gesture "You're very beautiful today." He smiles a smile barely visible but her eyes betray a wider affection, I turn his back and walks away with his rider. As long as the clarinet
gently explains that the party is ending and the last note is posing as a snowflake on a ray of sunshine and evaporates further. The notes fly away
scattering in the sky and the room becomes just my usual room.
Well, with the sofa again, though!
But they are still here.
"Surprise!" Stefano asks me, smiling. In
Indeed, some 'yes.
"Well, boys, is the hour of the aperitif" I say to fool ideas that do not want to deal with now. Entertainment provided
everyone who takes out the martini glasses and who gets to prepare unlikely madly colorful cocktails (guess who).
And I think on the fly to some delicious pretzel.
Appetizer: Parmesan cheese and hazelnut sable
for about 40 cookies
100g butter
170g flour 30g cornflour
A
yolk 50g chopped hazelnuts 50g grated parmesan
1 teaspoon salt Pepper to taste Water
Work the butter until creamy, with whips, and then join the yolk. I do mix well and then I add, always working with whips, salt, pepper, nuts and parmesan. Creamy dough gradually add flour sifted together. The dough should be moist and soft, if necessary add a little cold water.
without working the dough that I make a sausage wrap in plastic wrap and I do sit and harden in the refrigerator.
do not know why I was afraid.
"Not to be popular?" Teresa knows.
is perhaps, not be acceptable if I was not simpler, more lightweight. And do not be understood if I said what I meant really. To be too strana.Di be marginalized if I said stronger words and raw than what is permissible, but those words have remained in the throat, are mine.
"You think you've betrayed yourself?" I asked
Maybe. Perhaps what I thought I only explored a different kind of me. Instead, it is hot air.
Teresa laughs.
"I'm lost."
"No" answered without laughing and believe me.
"There is no life in the real world without compromise," said I, without being entirely convinced.
"You're not capable of compromise," she says
"Maybe I could learn
" Maybe "
sliced \u200b\u200bcookies, bake 15 minutes in the oven to 180 degrees.
Throw cups and glasses, who a martini, Kyr and those who a ... .. a foolish and impractical multicolor cocktails (guess who).
Cheers!!
"I need you" I say
"And we ... we need you" answer in chorus and delay a moment while I give too much in the look of velvet Max
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