" What not kill me makes me stronger " " Beni Beni öldürmeyen
Thursday, April 7, 2011
What Does Ready Break Have In It?
BOSPHORUS COVERS THE TAVERN: CARABASSETA FRITTERS WITH HAM "
" What not kill me makes me stronger "
" Beni Beni öldürmeyen
güçlendiriyor " What not kill me makes me stronger " " Beni Beni öldürmeyen
" 
"Lo not kill me makes me more safe " " everything not kill me makes me stronger "
Thursday, 7 April 2011
Thursday 7 April 2011
Πέμπτη 7 Απριλίου 2011
7 Nisan 2011 Perşembe
Quinta-feira, April 7 2011 ___IMATGE OF DIA___
"(II) لاللتعذيب
" (Il.lustració: Enric)
Thursday, 7 April 2011
Thursday 7 April 2011
Πέμπτη 7 Απριλίου 2011
7 Nisan 2011 Perşembe
Quinta-feira, April 7 2011 ___IMATGE OF DIA___
"(II) لاللتعذيب
" (Il.lustració: Enric) ... "For Islamic arts reduced A simple learning, a mere story, is alone, blowing. (The glory
is one way of silence.) " Jorge Luis Borges
Fragment Ariosto and the Arabs ...
__EXPLOTACIÓN__ Rueda, as in an avalanche, fluffy and heterogeneous consciousness of the oppressed souls.
As if the alleged truths, unique, unbeatable, prostrate at last face armed and drunk ape. And the words secular and seed cruor lucid, fell badly wounded by dark cliffs.
Dark, dark and thick as walls of hunger.
is, without doubt, the first of his descendants and a beginning,
horned bull the proto-Sinaitic for your answers. And it plowed
wasteland saja nowhere with effort.
look of unsurpassed beauty and infertile eyes quietly planning.
unacceptable subdued silence.
The broken parts of their souls floating in the fog at the top of the sacred mountains.
His arms were tired of gifts to poor pay, hang like dead branches.
revolt Day is fast luminaire blind, a light that calcined fears.
Whispers (the defendant):
never expect any ...
never go around the shadows ...
never supplication of bread ...
never surrender ...
And the lights like incandescent candy fall from a heaven without God.
words, silence and dance with the birds sixteenth
and wilderness, the destination of the operator, open wide your golden gates.
Finally, after the battle, there will be light.
ES
COVERS THE TAVERN BOSPHORUS :
"
CARABASSETA FRITTERS WITH HAM "
___INGREDIENTES___
350 gr. of "carabasseta" (zucchini) 225 gr.
Fragment Ariosto and the Arabs ...
__EXPLOTACIÓN__ Rueda, as in an avalanche, fluffy and heterogeneous consciousness of the oppressed souls.
As if the alleged truths, unique, unbeatable, prostrate at last face armed and drunk ape. And the words secular and seed cruor lucid, fell badly wounded by dark cliffs.
Dark, dark and thick as walls of hunger.
is, without doubt, the first of his descendants and a beginning,
horned bull the proto-Sinaitic for your answers. And it plowed
wasteland saja nowhere with effort.
look of unsurpassed beauty and infertile eyes quietly planning.
unacceptable subdued silence.
The broken parts of their souls floating in the fog at the top of the sacred mountains.
His arms were tired of gifts to poor pay, hang like dead branches.
revolt Day is fast luminaire blind, a light that calcined fears.
Whispers (the defendant):
never expect any ...
never go around the shadows ...
never supplication of bread ...
never surrender ...
And the lights like incandescent candy fall from a heaven without God.
words, silence and dance with the birds sixteenth
and wilderness, the destination of the operator, open wide your golden gates.
Finally, after the battle, there will be light.
ES
COVERS THE TAVERN BOSPHORUS :
"
CARABASSETA FRITTERS WITH HAM "
___INGREDIENTES___
350 gr. of "carabasseta" (zucchini) 225 gr.
Flour 16 gr. active yeast powder
Ham (do not eat pork can replace or pastrami sucuk halal)
2 eggs 1 cup whole milk Salt
ground black pepper Fresh parsley 
olive oil
___PREPARACIÓN___
1 / will spend the
"carabassetes" , previously we will thoroughly washed by a grater without discarding the skin.
2 / The result we get is this "almost mass" very watery zucchini.
3 / Season with salt and pepper to taste. 
and add the flour (previously filtered) and baking powder. 2 eggs 1 cup whole milk Salt
ground black pepper Fresh parsley 
olive oil ___PREPARACIÓN___
1 / will spend the
"carabassetes" , previously we will thoroughly washed by a grater without discarding the skin.
2 / The result we get is this "almost mass" very watery zucchini.
3 / Season with salt and pepper to taste. 
4 /
Mix everything thoroughly. 
5 / now incorporate the two whole eggs. They also provide consistency to our donuts, will be a food supplement first. 
6 /
7 / Add ham the mass. 
8 / we will cover with plastic wrap and let stand for one hour before frying. 
9 / Once finite rested going to cut a bunch of fresh parsley and it will add to the dough. Gently remove it.
10 / In a deep fryer or deep frying pan with at least two fingers of hot olive oil (but not too because then we are running out dorarán raw inside), we will be casting, with the help of a teaspoon, small portions of dough donut. 
11 / The fry without stacking them and leaving them to move, turn around and go browning.
11 / The fry without stacking them and leaving them to move, turn around and go browning. 
12 / By extracting the oil let them rest a few minutes on paper toweling to avoid excess oil. 
13 / sprinkle with a little salt and, if so inclined, with a little finely chopped parsley.
sacrosanct can accompany the cold glass of beer but also with a generous glass of wine, a or ouzo r aki scented or, for the abstainers, a delicious ayran. 
Yağmur Adrian "rain in my hair instead of your breath on my lips lip
despair rain from the sky instead of rain hit my face
come on!
hit my face!
faster rain ... rain ...
fat rain hit my face like networks,
hit my face, stop!
rain ...
üzgünüm çok, çok üzgünüm,
çok üzgün Yağmur!
kaybedecek neyim Kaldi,
Kaldi Yağmur ne!
VUR VUR yüzüme yüzüme hadi! "
"
There is rain in my hair instead of your breath
no rain on my lips instead of your lips
my inability to hit my face from heaven!
not stop, hits my face!
Rain ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, rain is so sad!
what was to lose?
what remains?
Hit my face, well, hit my face! "
Yağmur / Rain (fregmento)
Cem Adrian
. . .
fat rain hit my face like networks,
hit my face, stop!
rain ...
üzgünüm çok, çok üzgünüm,
çok üzgün Yağmur!
kaybedecek neyim Kaldi,
Kaldi Yağmur ne!
VUR VUR yüzüme yüzüme hadi! "
"
There is rain in my hair instead of your breath
no rain on my lips instead of your lips
my inability to hit my face from heaven!
hit my face! Rain
even faster ...
not stop, hits my face!
Rain ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, rain is so sad!
what was to lose?
what remains?
Hit my face, well, hit my face! "
Yağmur / Rain (fregmento)
Cem Adrian
. . .
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