Writings Titanium 
The key Suddenly, the winter on the face,
as I fall into the light, leaving the darkness behind with
, earthworms and electricity steel.
instinctively Seeking shelter in large pockets, but the frost
keys, chills screaming behind me,
hand withdraws, as a tip from the tooth of a snake.
chilled my fingers, now a fugitive on the run
in the medina, the turmoil in my pocket,
the sudden warmth of a jewel, like a kiss ..... your kiss.
November's recipe in November 
Bucatini gricia 400 g of pasta (bucatini) 150 g of bacon seasoned 60 g pecorino Romano cheese grated 2 teaspoons freshly ground black pepper While you cook the pasta in salted water in an iron pan you brown the bacon until crispy. When the pasta is cooked, drain it and you jump in the pan by adding the pepper and a piece of cheese, if necessary add a little pasta water. It is divided into four bowls all hot. You add the remaining cheese and is eaten hot
Poetry November 
Alicante Une orange sur la table ta robe sur le tapis et toi dans mon lit. du Doux present present frecheur de la nuit chaleur de ma vie (J. Prevert)
Something good ... Welcome ... really difficult to find something good today, the day when I had an appointment with the dietitian, to start this kind of "Lent clinic," but even on days like this, looking good around us, small signs, warning signs of something more large or perhaps trivial coincidences, the fact is that what at first seemed to notice a day for use in the gloom and sorrow for the "closure" of my normal modus operandi at the table, gave me a little gem as the tiny flower buds piercing thick layer of asphalt on a street that seems to have been put there bell'apposta to draw your eye to make you stop a moment to remind you that spring is eternal (greenhouse permitting!) to give yourself time to think, remember that in a world that moves faster and faster and more without a goal, sometimes something breaks the rhythm of this infinite "rave party" .... a bit 'or talkative?!?
hands-on experience ... I finished up the main tragedy of the opening of my new diet, and a good user of the NHS I'm physical and bureaucratic maze of health administration, after meeting in the order: the Minotaur, the Caterpillar (which is not the version of Califano slimy!), a flock of Japanese tourists to the mad pursuit of a poor old lady with a parasol who try to escape the epithets in Milan close, a seller of organs and singing three nurses, have finally arrived at the hidden ravine which housed, like a black pearl, the payment of cash ticket!
there a crowd in the style of Dante, he seemed to remember some kind of retaliation past lives, and in the midst of this bedlam, the slender pole numerini door looked like a lighthouse off in the midst of the waves ..... after several powerful strokes and I came to the lighthouse being able to tear the coupon No. 28 ...... still drunk success to conquer the numerino, I turn around and suddenly I see the huge display red, staring at me with a sudden gasp and electric and I spit on the retina pending a tragic "98" .... so .... as if an invisible boxer I took away your breath with an uppercut to the pit of my stomach .... I realize that I have "30" people that separate me from the freedom of these walls 70, generated by some crazy nightmare "surveyor of the state" .... I seem to drown in the middle of the formless crowd ... Please get me hard against a gray wall, and pulled the life jacket of a book (fareneith 451) .... I get on this makeshift raft .... so estranged .... as far as possible .... anything from the wait.
flip through the pages .... pass slowly ..... Bradbury's words ...... the adventure of the fireman Montag ..... every time I look up and look around ... every time I move a little easier to push through some lady with her coat and fur collar ... they carry around with arm fatigue a handbag that looks the same ...... and then suddenly ..... sudden ..... the little miracle ..... the little flower that pit the pavement .... a man ..... tranquil gaze .... at first glance I'd say about seventy .... probably originates from the other side of the Mediterranean .... is called the counter .... talk ..... shows recipes and documents .... pay .... and walks away .... with a kind of sweetness and simplicity of manner and look ..... was the number "19" (what a terrible thing to give numbers to a person, I prefer to let people to write the numbers .... if nothing else is more fun!) ..... appears in front of me .... smiles at me ..... and without saying a word .... but with a smile ..... gives me a coupon ...... is the No. 22 ..... I will smile .... I thank him .... He does not say a word ...... smiles at me with eyes and lips .... gives me a nod ..... puts a cap on his head ..... and kindly as he had come away .... along the scale .... which leads to the exit.
.... is called shortly after the No. 22 ...... I am a bit 'timid avanvo ... with this unexpected little luck .... and finish the tasks at the counter do I go ..... I look around .... I would like to repay the kindness with someone else waiting ..... but I only see faces hard and closed on themselves ..... I try ... but I am repulsed by a closed and suspicious eyes ..... then do "shrug" .... I was almost a "Charlot" in small steps and climbed over the stairs .... I leave the building ..... and I realize .... ilcielo that is a bit 'more blue than when I left waiting out.
