Here's a song, literally illustrating the post i made a while ago, about the "Boy-Toys".
Pratically, i feel exactly like the Coin-Operated Boy (only that people is so cheap these days, that i would be more of a Coin-Distribution Boy).
Anyway, its good music, check it out, i would feel like posting the video, however, since the (THIS SHITTY) blog is cuts the video in half and you can only see the left side of it due to the space for the posts, i leave the link and hope you guys watch it.
Dresden Dolls - Coin-Operated Boy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAnyYTjjhJ0
...shitty blog, can't even post a damn video here...
[DB]
terça-feira, 19 de abril de 2011
More poems/Living the Everyday Life
These days have been quite tranquil recently, however, as i'm born by the arcana of the wheel,
i'm always aware that the tide is about to change at any minute, and God help me if i've gotten too soft.
But since i've learned to not give up easily, i'll try fighting and standing my ground the best i can, to keep the few good memories, even if it takes bruises and scars, i'm ready for it.
Still, the poet will always be the same old poet, and writting is something i've been doing a lot recently, to keep away me from my "platonic disapointments" and the crude cruelty of life.
I have been drawing and playing flute as well, however, with my cellphone memory card not working, and my old computer broken, it will take a good while before i show the graphical stuff.
Somehow(even if it's a bit off topic), i managed to get female company(really good looking ones by the way) for the last weekend, and God, i didn't knew that i'm still in the love game, either they've lowered dramaticaly their requisite patterns, or (most unlikely) i must be the clint eastwood type, who only get's better as time passes.
Anyways, no more delay, here we go with two more poems.
Hope you enjoy.
The Sickness Story
Another man dies today,
it seems to be the newspaper's talk
still, death is innevitable,
something nobody can take fault.
They say it was unfortunate,
that he died on the streets,
i say "how rude of him,
to depart like that.
The plague is not the culprit,
but is the man who feeds the rats"
The Port stenches of death,
and the air is itself a putrid lament.
The Sick pray to get better,
and the Healthy pray to stay absent.
When will they all learn,
that pain is the only way to understand.
Life is something you can give,
but is 'so something you can take.
And so on goes the story,
of how the plague brought me the glory.
Of how a Man became the Doctor,
and how the Doctor became story.
Fear of God is not the same as Faith,
save your confessions to the Lord,
yet please, don't remain this way,
you got yourself another day, gentleman,
so make good use of it, before it's too late.
Clocks and Watches will still show time,
but what's time to you?
Is it Living life afraid,
While still there's a whole life passing in front of you?
So the dead must be remembered,
but the living should never forsaken,
since it only feels done,
when you live your life every second until the end.
[DB]
Tears in the Dark
I was in love with you,
i had my dream come true,
but now i am through,
remembering you...
I had plans for you,
i have believed in you,
and now in the rain,
you leave me again...
Tears in the Dark!
It was bound to end from the start!
Like a game,
such a shame,
on my heart.
Tears in the Dark!
Our love has faded so fast,
now in the past,
solitude,
at last.
Now i belong alone,
my life is monotone,
i'm at the bone,
singing this song...
Now i'll live alone,
i'm sure that life will go on,
with only myself,
and nobody else...
Tears in the Dark!
It was bound to end from the start!
Like a game,
such a shame,
on my heart.
Tears in the Dark!
Our love has faded so fast,
now in the past,
solitude,
at last...
To get some rest...
[DB]
"Life is just another day dying in the sunlight"
segunda-feira, 18 de abril de 2011
Back in Black
Hi there, sorry i took this much to come back in here, but ends up i got mixed up in a lot, good things, bad things, and seems, i back in the black blog, just like before.
Anyways, i don't have much to discuss, yet still, i have a lot of new poems to share, so i'll start posting one today.
Hope you guys enjoy:
Instropective Ode to Melancholy
Of things in life, there are many most don't see,
so how about i read a poetry of some feelings on me?
Hatred is what i feel, whenever i take a peek outside,
cause everybody else is happy, and i'm stuck somewhere pretending i'm just fine.
Anger is how it is, when people come to blame me,
if only i had a gun, i'd put them all to sleep.
Pain i know too well, i live with it everyday,
and if you think you know what i mean, well,
you probably feel only 1/3 of what i feel today.
Confused is just an excuse, to get me out of the mess,
little know people, that it gets more confusing than it already has.
Darkness you might think, it's when you close your eyes,
but pal did you ever imagined if all your friends left you behind?
Solitude is a normal day to me, but i manage to accept it,
talking to the mirror is just a little repetitive.
However there's a stage, i gladly wait for,
it's called death, death is what i'm waiting for.
DB
Heres a song i've made:
Broken Girl
Do you feel anger,
when you find yourself lost,
just like a stranger?
And how did you got up here,
in the center of my eyes,
like a star who cruises the violet skies?
My memory is just a faint picture of a lady,
who gazes mysteriously into my soul,
and sadly into my lies.
I'll never forget,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for help,
when she just wanted Love, after all.
I'll never forget you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a restless day,
and a sleepless night.
Days go by,
one by one the trains come and go, and 'wind set sail Oh!
wind set sail on my ship tonight.
I hope you don't feel all alone,
even thought, i'm not quite sure,
of how soon i'll be comming back home.
But, don't mind me my princess,
don't mind me this time,
i'll be yours forever,
as long as you decide to be always mine...
I'll never forgive,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for my help,
she made me her slave, after all.
I'll never forgive you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a cruel mistress,
as cruel as "Mistress Life".
I'll never forget,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for help,
when she just wanted Love, after all.
I'll never forget you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a restless day,
and a sleepless night.
DB
...Well, goodbye for now, my unknown guest,
considering the circumstances, i might be posting soon enough, so stay tunned.
Anyways, i don't have much to discuss, yet still, i have a lot of new poems to share, so i'll start posting one today.
Hope you guys enjoy:
Instropective Ode to Melancholy
Of things in life, there are many most don't see,
so how about i read a poetry of some feelings on me?
Hatred is what i feel, whenever i take a peek outside,
cause everybody else is happy, and i'm stuck somewhere pretending i'm just fine.
Anger is how it is, when people come to blame me,
if only i had a gun, i'd put them all to sleep.
Pain i know too well, i live with it everyday,
and if you think you know what i mean, well,
you probably feel only 1/3 of what i feel today.
Confused is just an excuse, to get me out of the mess,
little know people, that it gets more confusing than it already has.
Darkness you might think, it's when you close your eyes,
but pal did you ever imagined if all your friends left you behind?
Solitude is a normal day to me, but i manage to accept it,
talking to the mirror is just a little repetitive.
However there's a stage, i gladly wait for,
it's called death, death is what i'm waiting for.
DB
Heres a song i've made:
Broken Girl
Do you feel anger,
when you find yourself lost,
just like a stranger?
And how did you got up here,
in the center of my eyes,
like a star who cruises the violet skies?
My memory is just a faint picture of a lady,
who gazes mysteriously into my soul,
and sadly into my lies.
I'll never forget,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for help,
when she just wanted Love, after all.
I'll never forget you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a restless day,
and a sleepless night.
Days go by,
one by one the trains come and go, and 'wind set sail Oh!
wind set sail on my ship tonight.
I hope you don't feel all alone,
even thought, i'm not quite sure,
of how soon i'll be comming back home.
But, don't mind me my princess,
don't mind me this time,
i'll be yours forever,
as long as you decide to be always mine...
I'll never forgive,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for my help,
she made me her slave, after all.
I'll never forgive you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a cruel mistress,
as cruel as "Mistress Life".
I'll never forget,
this Broken Girl,
who seemed like Doll,
screaming for help,
when she just wanted Love, after all.
I'll never forget you,
Broken Girl,
since love-at-first-sight,
is a restless day,
and a sleepless night.
DB
...Well, goodbye for now, my unknown guest,
considering the circumstances, i might be posting soon enough, so stay tunned.
sexta-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2010
~Friday i'm in Love~
Recently i've been feeling a little more happier, maybe 'cuz people around me is finally being able to understand what i've been through, or maybe because i'm getting wise, and noticing that i shouldn't fall so easily for every sad thing that happens.
I don't know if it's something that will last longer, thought i hope so, guess hope, love, and happiness walk together, the fact of having hope in something good, blindly, and going on and on happy, can probably make love a not so hard task, still, i can't get the ones i love to love me, well, that's just life, isn't it?
I any case, i feel like along the whole way, in my life, i must have learned something, that whenever i fall, i must go on, because people around me expect something better than someone who gives up, and that's surely what i'll believe.
Today i'll try to stay happy, i woke up with this feeling of happiness in my heart and i won't let go of it easily.
[DB]
Be Happy!
I don't know if it's something that will last longer, thought i hope so, guess hope, love, and happiness walk together, the fact of having hope in something good, blindly, and going on and on happy, can probably make love a not so hard task, still, i can't get the ones i love to love me, well, that's just life, isn't it?
I any case, i feel like along the whole way, in my life, i must have learned something, that whenever i fall, i must go on, because people around me expect something better than someone who gives up, and that's surely what i'll believe.
Today i'll try to stay happy, i woke up with this feeling of happiness in my heart and i won't let go of it easily.
[DB]
Be Happy!
quarta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2010
Once again, love hurts.
Sometimes i ask why it's always the same, when it comes to love, i am the one who get's hurt, because the girl already dates a japanese guy, i don't get it after all, it's always the same.
They always did that to me, and worst of all, they even accepted me between them, but i used to believe, that i achieved that with honor and respect, not as an excuse to be a punch bag, ugh...
Anyways, yesterday was depressing, after the new "discovery", i went home so sad that i couldn't even talk for half an hour, i just took some headache medicine, wich didn't worked, and went bed, i talk to my brother, but not even him, could understand me, guess it's just how sad and hopeless my life is.
Honestly i don't even feel like writting here today, the only last thing i have to show, are the poems i wrote yesterday, when i was trying to forget the situation, but in the end they just made me more sad.
Letter to God:
[DB]
That's how i cry, i have no more tears, because they dried up while i was trying to be strong.
That's how i scream, i have no more grudge, since i've done what i could to earn a comforting voice.
That's how i live, i have no will, for i am the one who depends on people's happyness, to feel less wrong to myself.
Sorry for the times i've cried, i was never scared, but lonely, but wait, sorry, i never meant to disappoint you, thought, i never wanted to disappoint anyone, and so far that's all i've done.
God i'm sorry for the "who" i am, if i could, you bet i would even try to make you proud, but sadly, today i feel like i can't go on.
Don't give up on me, sometimes i can deny, but i know that after all, we both do the best to each other in our ways, i just wish i could be a good person.
A person that wouldn't make others cry.
A person that wouldn't be so weak, and get hurt so easily.
A person that could reflect the light's shine, but i'm just an old candle in the dark, and the wind plays with my small flame, the same way, events do with my faith.
Forgive me for taking your time, you're someone busy, and you don't even have to be bothered by someone pathetic like me, it's just that i wanted to be heard, and i'm losing my hope, since no one listens.
Writting my Tears:
[DB]
Today i drip the few and very rare tears that represent my hope for everything.
There's a black whole inside my chest, and it drains all the strength in me, causing the inertia i feel now.
The last drop of the faith, the love, innocence, and all i once believed was true, will fall sooner or later, but right now i'm just not feeling coward enough to put an end and "paint it red".
If i could just close my eyes and have good memories, but there are none, sad times haunt me, words spoken that cut my face like gentle razors, as the inertia makes me more static in this ocean of my own sorrow.
No hope for the hopeless, no tomorow for "me" as "myself", it's a really bad amount ink that stains this phrases into my soul, because no matter how you try to forget them, they will never forget you.
The inside of my head is made of looking glasses, and a projector, that every time shows my failures, as they pass on, the more i become the murderer of my own respect.
No one cares, the reason is that i'm wrong, i was born this way, i am a toy made to be broken, the song that sounds dull and deaf.
The melody that plays from my broken heart is a lost treasure, that is fake, because it only has it's value for me, and as i descend in to the depths of my corpse, i learn that it's just worthless as i am.
And keeping all those feelings i become the monster i am, the empty and hollow shadow that wanders around the empty mausoleum of someone who didn't existed.
The example of an energy that leads to it's own end i'm the spiral of deception, the cycle that leads one to the end from the end itself, being the abomination of what's living and what's dead.
I'm the profane, and the more i tried to be worth of the blessing, i still have no answer of it's denial.
Wish i could just ask help, but no one can hear, one that can't speak, for this is the way the world works.
The last wish of someone who's always in the end is nothing but to call for someone, and tell him a story, this story is the blank page of every day, the "do your best", and have hope.
Bye, and thanks for not giving a fuck, after all, i'm just as useless and worthless, as i thought.
They always did that to me, and worst of all, they even accepted me between them, but i used to believe, that i achieved that with honor and respect, not as an excuse to be a punch bag, ugh...
Anyways, yesterday was depressing, after the new "discovery", i went home so sad that i couldn't even talk for half an hour, i just took some headache medicine, wich didn't worked, and went bed, i talk to my brother, but not even him, could understand me, guess it's just how sad and hopeless my life is.
Honestly i don't even feel like writting here today, the only last thing i have to show, are the poems i wrote yesterday, when i was trying to forget the situation, but in the end they just made me more sad.
Letter to God:
[DB]
That's how i cry, i have no more tears, because they dried up while i was trying to be strong.
That's how i scream, i have no more grudge, since i've done what i could to earn a comforting voice.
That's how i live, i have no will, for i am the one who depends on people's happyness, to feel less wrong to myself.
Sorry for the times i've cried, i was never scared, but lonely, but wait, sorry, i never meant to disappoint you, thought, i never wanted to disappoint anyone, and so far that's all i've done.
God i'm sorry for the "who" i am, if i could, you bet i would even try to make you proud, but sadly, today i feel like i can't go on.
Don't give up on me, sometimes i can deny, but i know that after all, we both do the best to each other in our ways, i just wish i could be a good person.
A person that wouldn't make others cry.
A person that wouldn't be so weak, and get hurt so easily.
A person that could reflect the light's shine, but i'm just an old candle in the dark, and the wind plays with my small flame, the same way, events do with my faith.
Forgive me for taking your time, you're someone busy, and you don't even have to be bothered by someone pathetic like me, it's just that i wanted to be heard, and i'm losing my hope, since no one listens.
Writting my Tears:
[DB]
Today i drip the few and very rare tears that represent my hope for everything.
There's a black whole inside my chest, and it drains all the strength in me, causing the inertia i feel now.
The last drop of the faith, the love, innocence, and all i once believed was true, will fall sooner or later, but right now i'm just not feeling coward enough to put an end and "paint it red".
If i could just close my eyes and have good memories, but there are none, sad times haunt me, words spoken that cut my face like gentle razors, as the inertia makes me more static in this ocean of my own sorrow.
No hope for the hopeless, no tomorow for "me" as "myself", it's a really bad amount ink that stains this phrases into my soul, because no matter how you try to forget them, they will never forget you.
The inside of my head is made of looking glasses, and a projector, that every time shows my failures, as they pass on, the more i become the murderer of my own respect.
No one cares, the reason is that i'm wrong, i was born this way, i am a toy made to be broken, the song that sounds dull and deaf.
The melody that plays from my broken heart is a lost treasure, that is fake, because it only has it's value for me, and as i descend in to the depths of my corpse, i learn that it's just worthless as i am.
And keeping all those feelings i become the monster i am, the empty and hollow shadow that wanders around the empty mausoleum of someone who didn't existed.
The example of an energy that leads to it's own end i'm the spiral of deception, the cycle that leads one to the end from the end itself, being the abomination of what's living and what's dead.
I'm the profane, and the more i tried to be worth of the blessing, i still have no answer of it's denial.
Wish i could just ask help, but no one can hear, one that can't speak, for this is the way the world works.
The last wish of someone who's always in the end is nothing but to call for someone, and tell him a story, this story is the blank page of every day, the "do your best", and have hope.
Bye, and thanks for not giving a fuck, after all, i'm just as useless and worthless, as i thought.
domingo, 7 de fevereiro de 2010
New Year, but the same Poet Heart.
It's been a while since last time i wrote in here, guess i'm back to the sadness it originated from.
Nothing much happened in during the time i've been away, now i'm back "trying" to socialize with people, but i guess i just don't have what it takes, maybe i'm too frail, or maybe i was born to get hurt, i don't care after all, it makes me angry to think this way, even thought it's just another undeniable truth.
It's almost like as if i live in another paralel reality in wich every feeling is so simple that i turns out too complicated for me to understand, people just keep hurting me, disapointing me with every single breath they take, using their time to make actions without knowing the consequences they will cause to the others.
Besides my emotional problems that NEVER go away, no matter how much i try, i'm also dealing with a bloodline problem, it seems i inherited more from my mother than the nose or the smile.
In the first two months of this year i discovered that can absorb people's memories, and see them in the form of dreams, my brother was the one who discovered this ability on me after i dreamt of a place and a person that only he knew.
Also, as if other people's memories weren't enough, my body is able to receive spirits like a medium, but it only happened once, and i don't have much information about that, but one thing i know for sure, my mother just wasn't happy enough to destroy my whole childhood, but also, to share such useless and anoying things with me, i hate my life.
At least some people are recognizing some talents i think i have, like drawing, or writting poems, thought, i doesn't change how bad i fell for being me every day.
I wrote a poem today, just about something that happened.
A Poet's Heart:
A Poet's Heart is frail, but it has it's value.
A Poet's Heart is carefully crafted in dust, it's a very rare and precious work of the nature.
But the Poet's Heart is a thing that doesn't belong to anyone after all, since he's too weak,
it can't be hold by anyone, neither go against the wind, as it turns to nothing so fast.
And the more it want's to belong to someone, the more it feels lonely, locked away, and useless.
Well hope you guys like it, since for me, it's just way i fell recently, nothing more but a feeling, a hard one to bear with.
Well, anyway, bye.
Nothing much happened in during the time i've been away, now i'm back "trying" to socialize with people, but i guess i just don't have what it takes, maybe i'm too frail, or maybe i was born to get hurt, i don't care after all, it makes me angry to think this way, even thought it's just another undeniable truth.
It's almost like as if i live in another paralel reality in wich every feeling is so simple that i turns out too complicated for me to understand, people just keep hurting me, disapointing me with every single breath they take, using their time to make actions without knowing the consequences they will cause to the others.
Besides my emotional problems that NEVER go away, no matter how much i try, i'm also dealing with a bloodline problem, it seems i inherited more from my mother than the nose or the smile.
In the first two months of this year i discovered that can absorb people's memories, and see them in the form of dreams, my brother was the one who discovered this ability on me after i dreamt of a place and a person that only he knew.
Also, as if other people's memories weren't enough, my body is able to receive spirits like a medium, but it only happened once, and i don't have much information about that, but one thing i know for sure, my mother just wasn't happy enough to destroy my whole childhood, but also, to share such useless and anoying things with me, i hate my life.
At least some people are recognizing some talents i think i have, like drawing, or writting poems, thought, i doesn't change how bad i fell for being me every day.
I wrote a poem today, just about something that happened.
A Poet's Heart:
A Poet's Heart is frail, but it has it's value.
A Poet's Heart is carefully crafted in dust, it's a very rare and precious work of the nature.
But the Poet's Heart is a thing that doesn't belong to anyone after all, since he's too weak,
it can't be hold by anyone, neither go against the wind, as it turns to nothing so fast.
And the more it want's to belong to someone, the more it feels lonely, locked away, and useless.
Well hope you guys like it, since for me, it's just way i fell recently, nothing more but a feeling, a hard one to bear with.
Well, anyway, bye.
sábado, 12 de dezembro de 2009
News, Culinary and the Problematic guy you already Know.
Recently i've had some peace, for my mind, and for my heart, i'm not caring anymore about love, at least for now.
I've been keeping my physical exercise routine (wich ended up being and awesome idea to clean up my mind from poisonous thoughts, doubts, and angers), i also got hooked again into an old addiction i used to have, thankfully it's just cooking (soon later i'll post the recipes).
I've had a fight with my father recently (nothing but the usual), and i'm taking a conclusion about family and it's relationships: i'm not made for them. - and as soon as possible i'll find a way to live by my own, and stand alone, tranquil.
As you get older (if you're like me), you start to notice that people around you will start getting more selfish as the time passes, and as soon as you notice, you can't trust anyone you thought you knew, it's hard when things get this way but i haven't find a solution for that problem yet.
And sometimes, for the more unbelievable as it seems, someone up there, finds a way to give me hope.
I'm too old to cry for such simple things, but i almost did that day, i was really sad, and then a rainbow shows up in the sky (god dammit, i'm too fucking sentimental).
Now to the Culinary part, i'll post two recipes, wich a lot of people here at home aproved, and are very simple to make, yet, undescribably good.
I've used what people usually buy lots here, herbs, tomatoes, pasta, and other stuff that you probably should have at the end of the month in your fridge.
Here's the first recipe, a Simple Italian Pasta, with a not so Ordinary Italian Tomato Sauce.
I usually do this recipe better when it's supposed to serve two people, but if you have the patience, you can double the ingredients, and spend some more time with the preparation of them.
Ingredients (2 - People):
- 4 Fresh Italian Tomatoes (the ones that look like little bottles)
- Olive Oil
- Pasta, the type you (or the person you're serving) likes best.
- Dried Oregan, Fresh Salsa and Aipo, and of possible Fresh Green Olives.
- Butter, Frying Oil, and Salt.
- Flour.
- Onion.
1 - Step:
Pick the 4 Tomatoes, and shape Two Crosses (one at the top and another at the bottom) with the knife, then put only Two of them to boil, to make things go quicker (and have a fresh flavor), boil the pasta in another pan, with Water, a little bit of Frying Oil, and a small pinch of Salt.
2 - Step:
While the 2 Tomatoes and the Pasta are boiling, cut some Onion and some Herbs and put them together, at the same time, cut the Olives, making some rustic shapes (rustic food), also leave some of them intact.
Check to see if the Tomatoes and the Pasta are ready, if so, the Tomatoes skin will be detaching, and if throw some of the pasta on the wall, it will stick (remeber that the pasta isn't supposed to look like "paste", make sure it's on a good consistance.
3 - Step:
Fill a recipient with very cold water, and then put the two Tomatoes in there, after some minutes, you can peel them off, right after that, with the water still boiling, put the other two Tomatoes.
Dry the Water from the Pasta, and then, put some Butter, Salsa, Oregan, with a bit of Olive Oil, mix it for 5 minutes in a low temperature.
4 - Step:
Cut the Skinless Tomatoes, into some medium shapes (to give texture to the Sauce, or the "Sugo"), mix with the herbs you have cut before.
By this time the Pasta might be ready, so cover the pan, and let it rest (this way, it can take the flavor of the herbs).
5 - Step:
When the other two Tomatoes are ready, peel them off too, but instead of cutting them, smash and make a sauce, mix it with other Tomatoes and Herbs, and put them to boil with Flour, and Olive Oil, Salt, and the Green Olives.
6 - Finale:
Put the Pasta into the plates, the Sauce must be tasting like Tomatoes but with the small touch of Herbs, not too salty.
Pour the Sauce over the Pasta, and serve it with some Oregan, and Olive Oil.
The other recipe is very simple, but really Cute, It's called Red Egg.
Ingredients (1 - Person):
- 2 Eggs.
- 1 Tomato.
- Salsa, Pepper Sauce.
- 1 Onion, Cheese.
- Vinegar, Salt.
- Oregan, Olives, and Olive Oil.
- Burger Meat.
1 - Step:
Wash the Tomato, cut it in a half, take off it's insides, and then cut it into small Cubes.
Mix it with Salsa, Pepper Sauce, Burger Meat, Sliced Onions and Olive Oil.
While you mix the ingredients, boil the Eggs.
2 - Finale:
Make a small cake, using the help of a metal can, with the mixture we made, and then cover with some more Olive Oil, and some sliced Olives, take off the the Boiled Eggs from their shells, and place the in the middle of the "Meat Cake" we made, then decorate with Cheese, Oregan, and Salsa Leaves, after that sprinkle the meal with some Vinegar.
Bon Apetit!
That's all for today folks, later i'll show the sketches i've been drawing to base the Tattoo i'll be getting next year.
Sahara!
I've been keeping my physical exercise routine (wich ended up being and awesome idea to clean up my mind from poisonous thoughts, doubts, and angers), i also got hooked again into an old addiction i used to have, thankfully it's just cooking (soon later i'll post the recipes).
I've had a fight with my father recently (nothing but the usual), and i'm taking a conclusion about family and it's relationships: i'm not made for them. - and as soon as possible i'll find a way to live by my own, and stand alone, tranquil.
As you get older (if you're like me), you start to notice that people around you will start getting more selfish as the time passes, and as soon as you notice, you can't trust anyone you thought you knew, it's hard when things get this way but i haven't find a solution for that problem yet.
And sometimes, for the more unbelievable as it seems, someone up there, finds a way to give me hope.
I'm too old to cry for such simple things, but i almost did that day, i was really sad, and then a rainbow shows up in the sky (god dammit, i'm too fucking sentimental).
Now to the Culinary part, i'll post two recipes, wich a lot of people here at home aproved, and are very simple to make, yet, undescribably good.
I've used what people usually buy lots here, herbs, tomatoes, pasta, and other stuff that you probably should have at the end of the month in your fridge.
Here's the first recipe, a Simple Italian Pasta, with a not so Ordinary Italian Tomato Sauce.
I usually do this recipe better when it's supposed to serve two people, but if you have the patience, you can double the ingredients, and spend some more time with the preparation of them.
Ingredients (2 - People):
- 4 Fresh Italian Tomatoes (the ones that look like little bottles)
- Olive Oil
- Pasta, the type you (or the person you're serving) likes best.
- Dried Oregan, Fresh Salsa and Aipo, and of possible Fresh Green Olives.
- Butter, Frying Oil, and Salt.
- Flour.
- Onion.
1 - Step:
Pick the 4 Tomatoes, and shape Two Crosses (one at the top and another at the bottom) with the knife, then put only Two of them to boil, to make things go quicker (and have a fresh flavor), boil the pasta in another pan, with Water, a little bit of Frying Oil, and a small pinch of Salt.
2 - Step:
While the 2 Tomatoes and the Pasta are boiling, cut some Onion and some Herbs and put them together, at the same time, cut the Olives, making some rustic shapes (rustic food), also leave some of them intact.
Check to see if the Tomatoes and the Pasta are ready, if so, the Tomatoes skin will be detaching, and if throw some of the pasta on the wall, it will stick (remeber that the pasta isn't supposed to look like "paste", make sure it's on a good consistance.
3 - Step:
Fill a recipient with very cold water, and then put the two Tomatoes in there, after some minutes, you can peel them off, right after that, with the water still boiling, put the other two Tomatoes.
Dry the Water from the Pasta, and then, put some Butter, Salsa, Oregan, with a bit of Olive Oil, mix it for 5 minutes in a low temperature.
4 - Step:
Cut the Skinless Tomatoes, into some medium shapes (to give texture to the Sauce, or the "Sugo"), mix with the herbs you have cut before.
By this time the Pasta might be ready, so cover the pan, and let it rest (this way, it can take the flavor of the herbs).
5 - Step:
When the other two Tomatoes are ready, peel them off too, but instead of cutting them, smash and make a sauce, mix it with other Tomatoes and Herbs, and put them to boil with Flour, and Olive Oil, Salt, and the Green Olives.
6 - Finale:
Put the Pasta into the plates, the Sauce must be tasting like Tomatoes but with the small touch of Herbs, not too salty.
Pour the Sauce over the Pasta, and serve it with some Oregan, and Olive Oil.
The other recipe is very simple, but really Cute, It's called Red Egg.
Ingredients (1 - Person):
- 2 Eggs.
- 1 Tomato.
- Salsa, Pepper Sauce.
- 1 Onion, Cheese.
- Vinegar, Salt.
- Oregan, Olives, and Olive Oil.
- Burger Meat.
1 - Step:
Wash the Tomato, cut it in a half, take off it's insides, and then cut it into small Cubes.
Mix it with Salsa, Pepper Sauce, Burger Meat, Sliced Onions and Olive Oil.
While you mix the ingredients, boil the Eggs.
2 - Finale:
Make a small cake, using the help of a metal can, with the mixture we made, and then cover with some more Olive Oil, and some sliced Olives, take off the the Boiled Eggs from their shells, and place the in the middle of the "Meat Cake" we made, then decorate with Cheese, Oregan, and Salsa Leaves, after that sprinkle the meal with some Vinegar.
Bon Apetit!
That's all for today folks, later i'll show the sketches i've been drawing to base the Tattoo i'll be getting next year.
Sahara!
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