nasce in un piccolo paesino in provincia di trento ma rinnega ogni legame con heidi e nonno. cresce suo malgrado e perde numero anni 4 in una balzana facoltà di lettere che la convince, se ce ne fosse stato bisogno, della decadenza italiana e occidentale. passa i suoi pomeriggi circondata da marmocchi con storie da grandi, guarda cartoni animati e la pagano pure. il suo lavoro attuale sull'internet è piacitrice di cose deandreiane.
Adora de andrè, le battute razziste, la primavera di mattina, comprare libri che non legge, i post.it, le poesie scritte ovunque tranne che nei libri, i libri , le stazioni, quando qualcuno tira fuori una chitarra e va a finire che si canta, ogni singolo passo che ha fatto verso santiago e, in giro per tumblr, tutto questo.
detesta i treni merci che passano e non si fermano, le hogan, le mattine quando ti accorgi che i biscotti sono finiti, i nonsonorazzistama, lavare i piatti, la gente che parla/scrive in inglese quando non ce n'è bisogno e i CFU.
gira per queste lande perchè era convinta di non perdere abbastanza tempo in internet.
This is beautiful.
ok i’m in tears
(Fonte: youtube.com)
Ho vissuto i primi vent’anni della mia vita in un disegno di bambini.
che poi io non ho mai avuto paura dei cani.
If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”
Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.
“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”
The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
Galimberti said many of the subjects for the project were selected serendipitously, picked while he was working on a project about couch surfing that explored the global phenomenon of staying in other people’s houses. Since Galimberti never slept in hotels while working on the project, he was able to come into contact with people who introduced him to grandmothers in the area.
Galimberti acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.
From top to bottom:
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke (herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).
Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.
Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.
The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).
Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).
Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.
[ I was going to post a long rant about some arrogant white yoga girl who insist people are ignorant for using olive oil to cook and should not eat fish or drink milk or eat cheese because of all sorts of problematic food issues, instead I said, let me focus on those who celebrate food. If you still want to see the link of the article she was waving on her Facebook, there you go. Privileged white people…ugh]idea fantastica
(mia nonna mi avrebbe scodellato una teglia intera di lasagne)
capito?
non serve altro.
aspettiamo cose belle,
nel frattempo facciamo cose belle.
è già un piano.
Il fatto è che le canzoni assomigliano alla vita vera, però sono meglio.
E allora va a finire che uno si confonde.
(Fonte: Spotify)
Non vuol mica sempre dire cose la poesia
Regali carini per amiche lontane.
