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But why? And I ask you too?

Today sing the sad and horrific deeds of women, who after the so-called restocking (marriage), instead of becoming their muses and nymphs agl'occhi man, turn into the most terrifying mythological monsters ever created before (see Scylla and Charybdis).
First off, the first thing important, but what the hell kind of reason, after the ceremony, the hairdresser already are sitting, still attired in white, long hair cut to get the same long hair .. suffered for years, kept in those summers sultry, edited in those cold winters and wet, what was to be the blueprint for the sumptuous headdress of the union. And then .. ZAN, hair, hair are gone and will never return. And when you ask why the ruin, the unanimous answer is: They are more comfortable! Comfortable but for what? That gave hindrance? What, after the wedding is to cut the budget for the wives balm? And back home, to be noted that the hairdresser, who was forced by the small length had to use the classic narrow brush and rounded (brrrrr thrill), and the first thing is taking off his jacket: Honey, are you there? I have a surprise for you, look ... about me? Imagine that poor man to the vision of the creature that took the place of his beloved. Wide-eyed, sweaty cold hands, skin crawl, with the impetus to flee away, as far from that being forced to foul and say you did something to your hair? Have you changed your glasses? (She never wore glasses in his life). So will the man who does not notice never distracted by anything, this fact has for centuries been the alibi of every husband who wants to avoid divorce and chooses to live a life of careless rather than sincere.
One evening, after repeated, and do not ever take me anywhere, and are always at home, I'm sick, do not love me anymore, etc. .. etc. .., the pious husband, against her sense of shame, he decided to bring the mutant out to dinner. What courage! During the crossing, it happens to cross the street a goddess, in the plateau, ankle skinny jeans, long hair, slight, with curly lock of hair that falls perfectly on the butt end .. and instead of thinking, but at least my poor hubby can feast his eyes and fantasize about things a bit far from his reach, the storm rages, railing against him, against her, against any kind of woman who has the femininity and therefore will be a threat rather than an example.
But look with objective eyes in the mirror right? And with friends the same false, they said: mmmmmmm you look great but this hair ...., You cry, wondering why, not understanding why, not realizing the reason for the betrayal and said ,..." love me! " Yes, he said he loved you, and not your own review horror. But really
marriage is the same: damaged hair, overalls, pail, giabatte De Fonseca plan and wide band, knickers and farewell trick? But really
divorces are on the increase? But why?

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IN A VALLEY OF TEARS

And one day only see colorful butterflies resting on benches, fairies playing in the puddles, rainbows between a building and the other stars in the eyes and hearts of all ... then all of a sudden you wake from the spell overwhelms you and desolation. The mosquitoes become giant butterflies, fairies harpies laughing, rainbows and polluting smoke trails only indifference and fear in the eyes of passersby.
Everything changes between sleep and the next. The night before you're sleeping in the arms of the other half of the apple, the night after your bed turned into a pool filled moreover, no tears, and neither have worn the costume nor the spray to protect hair from chlorine.
The fox had illuminated the little prince, making him understand that is the time that he's lost behind his pink rose made her so important, unlike any other rose, and then doing two calculations, it is as if we had lost half heart Unfortunately, unlike the heart and the liver does not regenerate.
Then one shoe, one sock only, an earring, a glove ... odd!
And we think it's cool wearing only one earring ... it's just sad.
we forgot about deleting it from all over, removing everything I can remember, never listen to more songs that we had dedicated, and most especially do not type his name on fb, because although of course eliminated from friends, seeing his picture, we will take a hit, and the tears fall down like stockings with silicone strips.
disappointed and embittered, developed the "mourning" stay at home between sofa and bed, do not eat more, as an exception to the crap, our outfits, will suit a perennial horsetail for ever and will want to leave it less frequent since the 6 in mathematics in high school.
Then to make matters worse, an evening of alcohol on go-go, friends and music, we meet a guy and think why not pretty, I want to have some fun without thinking about anything .. But once we are there, ready to get to the climax, armed with the pulse of seduction and the stars, geeks do? Bursts into tears in the face, and he becomes our poor confessor ...
What a shame! And infinite sorrow understand it, that despite everything they were in love ...

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Sant'Angelo Brolo

This is a story of "salami " and " Bocconetti ", eh that will never be, you ask, maybe the sausage there can be no doubt but ... Bocconetti ? Mmmmmm maybe it's best to start all over again ...

day working in the province of Messina; at lunch time we are close to Sant'Angelo Brolo, small town about 300 meters above sea level, famous for its good I'm told that salami boasts the IGP. A sausage which are used for parts Best of the flesh of swine, cut to a knife, stuffed into pig gut true, the salami is then dried in large, airy rooms, but apart from the skilled craftsmanship handed down for decades , This seems to be the ideal microclimate of the valley of Sant'Angelo Brolo to ensure perfect seasoning of the final product. Good good, soft and fragrant, with the right amount of fat I liked it so much that I just had lunch with the salami accompanied by delicious ricotta baked first. We tasted all in a simple restaurant where home cooking is really such, and almost all of what you eat is prepared by the owners. Oil fantastic, fresh pasta to the luscious chocolate liqueur, thick and fragrant.

We welcome and we head to the bar in the square below to coffee, there's a very nice lady, photographed by side of his masterpieces, which keeps alive a tradition that deserves confectionery national prominence.

What you see in the window, blacks and whites and covered with a dense and caramel icing are the famous Bocconetti. A sweet made of pumpkin flavored with cinnamon and palate reveals a symphony of aromas and flavors that will melt your taste buds to disintegrate, agreeable. A sensory orgasm heavenly, dare I say angelic.

An all manual work, which has a very long time of preparation especially the main ingredient, the pumpkin, which needs at least 5 months, say 5, to be dehydrated, with an old and simple technique, and then comes converted into a purée, spiced with cinnamon and other things that we do not know. You just go and try, worth, and then the lady will be happy to tell you, proudly, the story of his Bocconetti.