lunedì 29 ottobre 2012

...Halloween Sicilian Cakes:Frutta Martorana...

Ti sembra un normale cesto di frutta siciliana?...No, è la migliore espressione dell'Arte Pasticciera Siciliana:la "Frutta Martorana", dolcetti di Pasta Reale modellati e dipinti come se fossero frutta vera. What about? is It a basket of Sicilian Fruits?...You're wrong, It's the best expresssion of Sicilian Patisserie, almond paste cakes called "Frutta Martorana".
The recipe.Io la faccio così:Prendi delle Mandorle siciliane, sbollentale per qualche minuto in modo da poter togliere loro la pellicina.Aggiungi una eguale quantità di zucchero, trita grossolanamente e fai passare più volte fra i Rulli in modo da ottenere una pasta omogenea e compatta. Ora, con l'aiuto di stampini o a mani nude, a seconda del tuo talento, modella piccoli frutti: un'Arancia, una Pesca, fico d'india, peperoncino, pomodoro,una fetta di Anguria...fai riposare per un giorno, quindi dipingili con colori commestibili come fossero frutta vera. Gustali con un Passito o Marsala. Do You like Frutta Martorana? Have You ever enjoyed it?

lunedì 22 ottobre 2012

...Italian Sexgate Bunga-Bunga...

Have You heard about Bunga Bunga?...maybe not?...what do You think about? it an Elegant Dinner and eventually dancing?...or is it an Artistic Burlesque Show?...or is it a Spicy Joke?...or...
"The Politcs Show!" - Il Teatrino di Corte, il MITO Azzurro, il Bunga Sogno degli Italiani ! ..."We're All on the same Ship!"...I guess in Your Country there's a similar "Bunga Bunga" Sexgate I right?

giovedì 18 ottobre 2012

...Coppola e Lupara Chic Look...

They say that the new looks for next season is Military Chic: Enjoy the Bad Sicilian Girl look!...will you be a Bad Girl in uniform or a Good Girl? ...Have You a Coppola in Your wardrobe?

mercoledì 10 ottobre 2012

...The Art-Shoes Collections by Aurè...

Your Fashion Dream is Wearing the most exclusive SHOES. . . Being the Only ONE to wear that Dream Shoes! . . . Now to satisfy Your Fashion Dream AURE' did create the "Art-Shoes". . . Enjoy the "Corda di Rafia/Rope Art-Shoes" by Aurè...Do you Like It?
Enjoy the "Siciliana Art-Shoes" by Aurè...Ti piacciono?
Enjoy the "Vampe di Fuoco/Fire'sFlames Art-Shoes" by Aurè...Do you Like It?
The Sicilian Artist Aurè with his ART-SHOES Collections want to give the Worldwide Women (and Men of course) something to Daydream about!. . . Enjoy the Cartoon and Please, Tell a Friend about! Thank You and Baci/Kisses to You. Do You like the Art-Shoes by Aurè? are You dreaming to wearing them? Please, share Your Emotions, Your Feelings about...Thank You,Grazie!

lunedì 8 ottobre 2012

...The Politics Show:Obama-Romney or...

Il Teatrino della Politica:We're All on the same Ship!. . . U.S.A. President's Election:Obama or Romney or maybe is better having a Woman as President? What I liked most of the Democratic Convention was the passionate words of EvaLongoria & ScarlettJonhason.So Aurè says: A Woman, an Artist as Leader of our Ship and we let's Sail again!...What about?...

giovedì 4 ottobre 2012

...Love being into Your Dreams...

the Moon, the Cupido, Aurè and...You?...a Great Poet, Miriam , wrote a nice poem that She says I inspired Her,Enjoy!
Why Does the moon always seem to laugh at me?Does she enjoy my struggle and my pain?She hides my muse within her misty veil,
Cunningly plotting to trick me again.Another wretched day has ended,My paint brush and palette lay deathly still,My inspiration remains elusive, out of reach,Thus the empty canvas taunts me at will.'Paint me, Paint me fool,' it suddenly cries,'Can't you see I'm naked and cold?Cover me quickly with warm swirling colors,Magical colors that flow and explode.Sunny yellows, deep blues and violet,And shocking pinks streaked with passionate reds.Refreshing greens and exotic oranges,
Aren't any images floating around in your head?Paint those brassy buxom beauties,That drive the men crazy with their seductive lips.Dress these women in wind-swept short skirts,revealing voluptuous butts, thighs and hips.What more could a man ask for?Of course, with painted faces and red glossy lips,They'll likely look like a bunch of whores,Let's go, let your mind whirl and explore, need I say more?So, come on now, don't just sit there,With your hands parked behind your head.Night's approaching, the day is dying,It will soon be time for bed.''Silence, Silence,' the angry artist shouted,'Or I will slice you and your emptiness to shreds!How Can I paint when there's nothing but your canvass,To inspire me and drag worthy images from my head?
You think it's that easy to paint?Though it appears deceivingly so.I'm trapped in a well of lonelinessWith no lover to call my own.I won't just paint any old thing,That comes off the top of my head!I want to create my masterpiece,If not, let my talent stay dead!Leave me be, leave me to my nocturnal sorrow,
Where sleep will allow me to thankfully forget,And hope to find inspiration tomorrow,So I can at least pay some of my debts.'The Sun's gone down and the full moon streamsThrough my windows, so beautiful and sweet,Yet I toss and turn as beams caress my face Because peaceful sleep eludes my embrace.
I lay awake, completely exhaustedAs thoughts dance in my head,The night seems to go on forever, so,Maybe I'll go for a walk instead.The cool breeze lightly kisses my cheeks,The full moon hangs huge, low and bright,Suddenly out of nowhere, my muse comes alive,Crossing my path to lead me out of my plight.
She's a vision of loveliness, walking her dog.She smiles and says 'hello and good night!'My heart was smitten by cupid's arrow And I know that I'll never again be right.
Excited, I returned home for some sleep, to dream away my sorrow.In dreams I danced with my loveliness, cheek to cheek,As my buxom beauties bounced around beside us,Singing sweet songs, coming so alive, their cheap perfume made the air reek.When I awoke, emotion and dreams sprung from my brush,I filled canvas with the inner depths of my soul,I began to paint, stroke after stroke, with vivid colorsLeaving impressions quite pretty, yet bold.I am alive again, can't you see, my soul has been freed,My muse is no longer trapped by the night and the moon.I found inspiration and beauty and found my reprieve So it was worth it, and I'll do it all again very soon!

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