Afrodita: When Bread is So Good.


It is so typical of people to refrain from bread. In a calorie counting crazed society, who would not be? To be truthful I never keep it around, and the same goes with the pasta.

So untypical for an Italian-American, I know.

Yet, there is this vision of mine similar like a personal wish. That wish is to have always fragrant, freshly baked bread at home, and to have a kitchen constantly running. The kitchen, a place of peace. A place, where people can learn to share a space. A place to master the senses, and refine that one most important quality called “patience”. Like a classroom of a school, a classroom as a kitchen, you do not necessarily need books to learn everything.

“Real soup is to the body what peace is to the soul.” – Isabel Allende

Aphrodite: A Memoir of the Senses, was written from a mature woman’s perspective of love, passion, and intimacy. Isabel Allende a well affirmed author, and journalist from Chile with many creations published, gave us this treasure of a book. The title dedicated to history’s most adored, goddess of the name Aphrodite. Who could not feel the attraction? The book contains the concoction of many things, as it expresses itself in a way to take it’s readers to many different scenarios, and wild places in the realms of love”making”. Obviously, one can not think a better way of making something as that of  making bread.

Not to be judgemental (it is not my intention), certain points of the book did seem to become slightly dull, and various ingredients are not explained well into depth. What saves me from not being distracted away from the book is the sense of how Isabel Allende transmits what I consider to be of foremost importance. The heart. The heart when it comes to making love, with making food, with eating, and so on. Her connection to her roots is immensely touching to make a person ponder. Love, food, and roots these three words can not help, but remind me of what is the most important things in life.

The book also have many quotes of poetry, so delightful, and uplifting each dedicated to that spicy subject. My favorite of Srngarakarika, Kumaradadatta in which if you want to read the exact poem you must do so by the book. This is not a place for spoilers. Containing a wide selection of recipes, many recipes, in which a person should try. The ones I did came out to perfection. My favorite recipe section is the part for salses.

That being said. Lets rejoyce ourself to food, and drip our bread into fountains of olive oil the same way we abbandon ourselfves to sincere passion. Food is precious, and with it the world is a better place.

I would like to thank the gentle woman from Chile that gave me this book. She knew I needed to read it. ❤



Books are so unique from each other. Each with their own distinct intentions not one is ment to be without meaning. Both fiction, and non fiction represents a personal truth. When my sight came into contact with Alba I could not help by not being, somewhat urged to buy it because of the brillant hues of the imagery of it’s cover. The book named Seher in it’s original language; was written by Selahattin Demirtaş a Turkish politician, head of the democratic party HDP (Halkların Demokratik Partisi) durring his current unjust, detainment in a Turkish prison.

The read was not a difficult one, and as noticed was tended to give it’s readers an important message. Each narration was deeply written, and when one read its many short stories you can feel the persona’s message pass through your bones. Seher, with it’s twelve different stories sheds a light on realities of other places in this world that I barely knew of. Informing myself of various situations, and illuminating my personal desire for a different world this book touched me greatly. In contempt of the fact at times I need a perfect atmosphere to settle down with a book to read; I was able to Alba as I shopped for groceries, went to eat pizza, and in the park strolling. Causing my hands to tremble, and saddness to overtake me this book was bought to give me a reason to think. Giving me a motive to work harder to become truely emancipated.

(Book Scheda in Italian: ALBA by Selahattin Demirtaş, pubblicato in Italia tramite La Feltrinelli, 2018. Tradotto da Nicola Verderame)

Natural Remedies: To Heal the Heart.


From me to you:

  •  Have an expresso. Leave tips to the waitresses, and waitors despite Italian customs.  The receiver’s happy smile will create wonderful healing properties. Yes, it does work you just have to observe closely.
  • Set a book on the bench, and give it to the next person that happens to find it.
  •  Give compliments to everyone. Even if you have to be respectful by keeping the compliments to yourself. Feeling down in the dumps? Be kind to yourself, and compliment yourself too, and say “Sei bellissima!”.
  • Be  sensible: Have awareness of speech. Being the lover of sounds, languages, and poetry. I take extreme care of the meaning of words. (Yes, etumologia is so hip, and cool). What a person says tells alot about how well grounded they are with the surrounding world around them. Despite, I am a lover of Punk music. I refrain from cursing when mindful. I just rather say some lengthy borring sentences to get my thoughts across. Why is this? Because clear communication is our only hope I believe. Of course, we got to be humanly human at times too.
  • Have a healthy meditation with rose incense, and a pink rose quartz by yourside daily. The pink crystal, and the scent of roses work wonders.

To take into consideration: Complimenting is a great way of measurement when it comes to understanding insecurities in ourselfves, and of others. Use it as a way to measure your heartbeat.

Nocturnes : Nightly Music En Plein Air


A delight to read was Kazuo Ishiguro’s 2017 Nobel Prize winner named:

Nocturnes: Five Stories of Music and Nightfall

Five short stories, plotted in the various localities of the “western” world, a couple in which locations happen to be in Italy. Starts its account in Venezia, whoes initial main character’s “diminutive” is Janeck. Janeck, the street musician, instantly caught my attention as I could easily relate to the character in many aspects. Truthful to the places, one could not help ask if Ishiguro was directly involved in the situations despite the stories being fictional. Janeck for example goes through a common theme of mainy street artists living in Italy, being sweet, and sensible. He shows the similar qualities that repeat withing the many characters throughtout the book. Simply, fascinating with their inner dialogues; each seem to follow a similar pulsation for music, struggling who more and who less for their desires to strive. Respectfully capturing a reader’s heated attention (please note I am extremely sensitive in matters of “human attraction” <3), the author’s ability to cause one’s imagination to want passionate exchanges between the characters was well accomplish.

Despite, it’s nocturnal connotations. I enjoyed this book by the light of day, en plein air, sitting at nearby coffee shops, here, in this little Italian town where I find myself at. Being a tad bohème myself many of the character’s fustrations are/where that of my own. This book is a great read to accompagnate with various songs of important musicians whoes names where inserted throughout the book. Take Ben Webster for example,  the “Brute” from Kansas City, Missouri. He made great music!

(My book copy: Notturni Cinque Storie di musica e crepuscolo. Scritto da Kazuo Ishiguro, pubblicato tramite Einaudi (Torino) 2009 e 2010.)