Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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Saudade



" με κάνει πιο δυνατό
"

"
Beni Beni öldürmeyen güçlendiriyor
"
"Lo not kill me makes me more safe " " everything I It makes me stronger kills "
Wednesday 2o April 2011
Wednesday 2o of April 2011

Τετάρτη 20 Απριλίου 2011
2o April 2 011

Wednesday Quarta-Feira 20 Abril de 2011 ___IMATGE DEL DIA___
"Deceptions facial ..."
(Il.lustració: Enric)

___Saudade___ A sudden bang. Nothing and everything are exactly that-nothing all the space in mind. I see distant sirens ... ... and waves on vessels departing somamdo auction is unfathomable infinite. light volume that gives the trivial things, walls and fences cats fleeing crowned with crystals and botelhas routes.
Life GETTING STARTED her sweetly throbbing everyday moisture and color tiles and dilapidated houses of fronts that contain, within its walls, whispers and shout, footprints of lives and deaths of those generations now in old age.
The path of Mira Figueira da Foz raises the memory of remote shortcuts almost Czechs who visited was already too many years ago.

There, amid the little postal fond of disorders one morning reporting a smell of saltpetre near sea imperceptible but obviously that left immediately come sliding into the village a dense fog of language. Few men positioned at the door of the tavern waiting for the green primero wines of the day.

Wood always wet, mud, slippers, esparto and flushed cheeks. Any other position that the sale of vegetables and fruits solamente few at a time when they, arrived on the island of Madeira (mangos, bananas and guavas) begin their maturation and harvest there,

far . There

pharmacy, church, susodita house wines and drunks as well as certain private businesses for sale rents linen woven by wise women, considered by the aristocracy of cities as part of the community guys.

In teberna smoke pervades everything, and prays a cartel yellowish impairs health but, paradoxically, while the tone for this old lady with a cane and orange stockings that sustains the commissure of the lips a giant half consume SG : It's kind madame, say

sharp tongues. Mira's gang undeterred even as manmade miraria ruminating lambs: putrid mouths chewing tobacco spit on the floor which then paved over the graves of the little ladies

time Salazar, so

recalled. And,

occasionally, tape your eyes sideways to Through the filthy window and

vigila the people who walk near the gate of gloomy Cafe Saudade.
Sitting on a marble coffee table and enjoying my vino Gazelle see the tremadeira unstoppable in the hands of poor John, the nutty people who chew the seeds of sunflowers, the eyes of Clytie, a sad and dark corner the counter crowded with more than bowls used.

are also the irrepressible itch shorn pubis in Lola, the girl's shaved pussy without razor and foam, and the pruned pussy ravaged with iron and fire

the neighborhood. Your smile is always showing sketch with loathing, full of resentment for paying toothless entire people of hateful hardiness, which blossom like ghosts in the night and when he dreams. Her lips are not to kill and want to see without vie: life is a daily pile of shit ... People, things, furniture and souls apart particular the terms can feel certain vibrations of those strings of Antanas. His fingers silver (hooks today

contorted)
and its brushed metal and wood pulps of the Portuguese guitar in the memories of that night club in Coimbra. Today his trembling hands to the beat of the nerves go away by the depression seeing themselves prey to alcohol and wine glasses infamous support in the same way that Socrates did with dilapidated hemlocks. Finally, another nostalgic and genuine corpse of the land. Solomon lives in the darkest of darks in the tavern Saudade. Feel the cries of the gangsters and also the historical Pequenho stones, kidney stones and pebbles of society. Capsizes up the minutiae of gin and tonic as you crack a smile out Humprey Bogart Lusitanian a half-bowl, always letting the smoke of cigarettes offered. Cancer among their smiles again and yellowish teeth each night, when vapors of ethyl already come to the roof and beset the minds of the farmers, Solomon, exercising its job of grabbing some peitaça

parroquiano ending in the mud with his bloody face after the rain of punches and beatings of swagger. A cold damp and sticky that futum sardines. Fog that swallows roads and occupies space. Calm caravans of trucks flee as camels

inhóspitos
caravanserai. Miniature lamps giving opportunities to a minimum saint in a niche appearing bent glass: indeed, as a TV transcentalidade atavistic planted in the open, always wet when it does not end there under the sun parched summer unrepentant. Caireles a white facade and blue. Strange birds pecking at the blinding light of a distant lighthouse, there where the waves break on the rocks: black neck that merges beyond horizons. Dryness in the larynx, a secular echo short, sharp noise: part a new vessel.
If the waves add up in my infinite longing and infinite horizons in die puddle of gasoline burning: the future of these burnings will miss, unfailingly, neras mortuary columns of smoke. Amen
NDA. "Be , aqueste, a small and vivid tribute to the Portuguese-speaking friends who are

and also to those friends and accomplices, to this writer.

also wants to be a sense of gratitude to the people who gave me strength in moments and fucked
a little

of encouragement to continue my progress. Thanks, likewise, to all great singers, writers, poets and artists who made me dream, travel, feel and love this beautiful language so that incipient, beginning to explore. So, humbly hope your understanding and goodwill. Naturally, any suggestion or correction is welcome. "

___Paixões Diagonais___ " From talking to dawn / What

habla la dawn

The murmur on the sidewalk / El whisper en la calzada

Silences liquor / Los silences liquor

What speaks nostalgia / What habla la nostalgia
In a fleeting star / De una estrella huidiza They speak of us, my love
r / Hablan of nosotros, love mío Do you know the alleys /
From who know the streets E memory das janelas
/ And the memory of the windows anchored sol-pôr not
/ moored at sunset
Do you Cristais that sabem / they know
crystals Das paix diagonais / diagonal of the passions "
Sing Mísia
Composição of
João Monge e Miguel Ramos . . .

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Thursday, April 14, 2011

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THE KEBAB Beyti THE TAVERN BOSPHORUS


" What not kill me makes me stronger "

" Beni öldürmeyen
Beni güçlendiriyor
"
"What not kill me makes me more safe " " everything not kill me makes me stronger "

Thursday, 14 April 2011
Thursday 14 April 2011

Πέμπτη 7 Απριλίου 201
14 Nisan 2011 Perşembe

Quinta-feira, 14 April 2011 ___IMATGE OF DIA___


"Balvetats transvestismes and evenings and to stanbul" (illustration: Henry)



__On the K N O A K K E B A P SA L N O U a B E And
T İ K E B A B __ for the first time I tried Beyti kebab restaurant in the Konak in Istiklal Caddesi of İstanbul. A pleasant place with friendly and courteous, efficient as they come, that, despite the language barrier, it remains committed to serving the guests what they really want and what most likely will return to sit with Agranat tablecloths and under those lights spectacular. A letter of dishes well nourished carnivores leads to a difficult depatear an easy choice after the most popular new part of the city.
Walking from Karaköy to Galata Kulesi sniffing the ancient stalls of old objects and ascending the steep Yuksek Kaldırım to beyond, when kids throw stones at the insane and sick birds inside, just before Müeyyetzade Cami by a disheveled Serdari Caddesi Ekrem .. ... and get into the guts of the monster drowsy that throbs from some streets below, in kerhane , cocky entrance gatekeepers for a descent into hell and into the streets and alageyik zürefe and between muddy stilettos, tissue destruction and enslavement of minds in every rule ... whores, dreams arrived from Anatolia, Armenia and Georgia that were collapsed, amputees, submitted and canceled ... After spending
Galip Dede, light at the end of the tunnel, at last light, light, light ... strong smell of lamb rotating grill and smoke, fumes, food between pita bread (nothing to do with the meyhane Karaköy
of pure toxic cigarette, whiskers and glow area near the deck .) Istiklal , an open border between red flags TDKP . It should prepare the visa to the new West ...
is the steam inlet of mystique a little sightseeing, room for the whirling dervishes Galata Tekke : the old ney memory ...

and the main street of Independence (Istiklal ) as a colorful puzzle, continue showing your face more friendly, its daylight and pastry shops, cinemas and theaters ... and embassies and stores silk pashminas. the right side of the entrance to the Konak men work with both hands dough for baking and creaking wood ovens, flash forward. Before them the ayran is, over and over again, regurgitated by the machine while the desserts CHILLED rest (almost absent) to the cold of the cameras: künefe , sütlaçlar , muhallebiler , and ogurtlu tatlisi ...
... greedy and fervent names çay after Beyti kebaplar and climb up the mountain of urination, back in the top of that hill enpinados steps (maybe After the descent to the marketing Karaköy bosphorianos fish or turned into a springboard for vomitoria otomanizantes ?) for erection of the taste buds again, carnivorous animal, like a scrawny mutt, hunger presumed to come from ancestral memories ...
... hunger in the eyes of passers that make the journey in verse, including luminaries of cigarette butts and lighters, to the damp, ineffable lunar night ... the sea-river and the bridge , vindicating the fears of explosions, the taste of Raki and mental speculations wrong nationality are you Romanian? Azeri? Armenian? Bulgarian? ... And nothing but hunger in the descent to the Galata köprüsü towards "other side" towards the underpass Eminönü and then hound the Kapali Carsi and darkness, between the exhaust pipes, a "Junk" escaping from the Beyazit otobüs durağı

(Beyazit bus station) to nowhere, into the void and invalid ... All photos: Enric



__ B L E E And T İ K E B A B D E L A B S P O H O R S T U A R E V __ N
INGREDIENTS FOR FILLING 800 gr. of ground beef
2 or 3 tomatoes
1 onion 1 green pepper
4 or 5 cloves of garlic
fresh parsley
olive oil
Sal
ground black pepper
Romero

INGREDIENTS FOR
lavash 15 gr. fresh yeast 500 g bread flour 00 type olive oil (two teaspoons)
10 gr. salt
5 gr. sugar
Warm water

OTHER
1 egg (to paint the dough before baking)
tomatoes for garnish
peppers for garnish
Greek yogurt (which we will no longer lose the serum leaving a couple of hours on a colander)
Ketchup PREPARATIONS
1 / immersed in a bowl of yeast in a glass of water tibia. Add the yeast and sugar over disoldremos all with the fingertips.


2 / will incorporate two teaspoons of olive oil.
3 / Little by little we will be adding in one hand, "like rain" , double zero flour to mix with the other hand.
5 /
We have to get a uniform and consistent mass, still slightly sticky and very smooth to let it rest and weigh in somewhere warm and cover with a dry cloth.
6 /
As the mass increases (approximately one hour) we will give form to fill. Thus, in a bowl will have the ground beef to which we will add salt, pepper, chopped parsley, finely chopped onion, a pulp of one or two tomatoes (discard the seeds plants) that have previously left in a colander for ten minutes to release most of the water it contains, dried and ground rosemary and a dash of olive oil.
7 / Knead this mixture
multicolor until all components are integrated with the meat being one.
8 / time levarse After going to "hit" with his fist the dough has doubled in size to remove the air of interior and let stand for half an hour to re-weigh.
9 / is now time to cut the mass of lavash (Armenian bread or) in portions of size of a small egg. or marble workshop in a very clean and dry, sprinkle with flour and using the stick to stretch dough (or roll) we will form discs that will be, gentle stretching, leaves 1 mm thick (or less).
10 /
When we're done to stretch it is important to remove excess flour on the dough which, once cleaned, cut into rectangles about 20x20 cm. 11 /
Longitudinally and lavash dough will strip seasoned minced meat (like a sausage).
12 /
giving carefully roll the meat loaf a couple of rounds of dough. After helping cut off flush and press them with your hands slightly from side to side our kebab.
13 /
lubricators located in a source, a side by side but not touching, kebab rolls. Paint with beaten egg and place in preheated oven at 200 º C.
15 / And toasted (if you wish you can leave the ground unless made and thus more flexible, but here we like it crispy-) cut it into pieces the size of a snack and decorate the plate sandwiching each piece with tomato crescent or rodancha pepper and sprinkle with chopped parsley.
. . .
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