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| Dwarf Chiles and Pine Nuts Tart |He looked at the woman, she was dressed in blue and she was approaching with a beauti...
13/10/2015

| Dwarf Chiles and Pine Nuts Tart |

He looked at the woman, she was dressed in blue and she was approaching with a beautiful smile. Her hair was pulled back and her feet were ugly and stubby. She was wearing wooden clogs.

It was the first time he visited the infirmary and he was feeling a little excited. He wanted to see the great hall. Sometimes with John and James he had tried to peek it, but he had always been kicked out by the same woman. She had insulted them in an inappropriate manner – she was drunk as usual-.

As he went down the stairs, he heard the noise of the lady’s wooden clogs and imagined the hooves of huge horses fighting in the dungeons of the orphanage.

Now, as the smiling lady approached with the syringe in her hand, his imagination had stopped and his head was spinning.

– How old are you?
– George.
– I asked you how old you are ..?
– Excuse me lady, it’s not really hurting anymore.

From the wrinkled mouth of Sister Pauline immediately came the words:
– He’s 6 years and 4 months. He was playing at being a brat when he peeled his knee falling on the pavement.

From he heavenly eyes of George began to fall big tears that ran down his cheeks, wetting his pinafore.

– But do you know how the pies were born?

The child, a little dazed, quickly shook his head.

– Look at that pie. It’s called Rondinella. She was waiting for you. She was born this morning at 7:13. We had to plant it next to that pine, thus it is as hard as steel. The pine has given her strength to grow and friability. After a few days small hot peppers were born too. We caught all the chilies from the path made by poppy seeds. Then we put everything together. With expert hands and with the help of two egg yolks we .. Ok Finished!

George had not noticed anything.
That woman had just impale his little leg with the syringe and he had not felt anything. That woman had deceived him, but the wound wasn’t hurting anymore.

Meanwhile she stopped smiling and began to turn the ladle into the big pot.

Sister Pauline instead, delighted by the speed of the operation, could not refrain from exclaiming:
– Maria! You should have been a nurse rather than a refectory’s cook!

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| Dwarf Chiles and Pine Nuts Tart |

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| Quella Torta? Di Banane mini, Miele e NociLei è sempre seduta sul marciapiede. Alcune volte, con quegli occhi grandi,...
07/10/2015

| Quella Torta? Di Banane mini, Miele e Noci

Lei è sempre seduta sul marciapiede. Alcune volte, con quegli occhi grandi, azzurri come il cielo e freddi come il ghiaccio, guarda ogni persona che le passa davanti. Altri giorni invece non vede nessuno. Non guarda nessuno.

Oggi, sotto questa fitta pioggia, il cappello di feltro nero le copre tutto il viso. Escono solo alcuni fili di capelli grigi. Le mani ossute tremano e stringono una tazza di caffè solubile.

Per due anni l’ho vista ogni mattina ma non mi ha mai parlato. Mai una parola il sabato, quando le lascio qualche moneta, mai nemmeno lo scorso natale quando le ho regalato quella tazza per il caffè e neanche quando ho chiamato l’ospedale perché mi stavo seriamente preoccupando – era Agosto e ci aggiravamo intorno ai 30 gradi.

Mi ha parlato ieri.
Stavo uscendo dal supermercato e lei all’improvviso mi ha afferrato la gamba all’altezza della caviglia. La vedo che sbircia dentro la borsa della spesa prima di chiedermi:

– Hai comprato le noci?
Io immediatamente le rispondo:
– No, perché?
Lei spaventata lascia la gamba e smette di guardarmi.

Io le ripeto:
– Perché?

Allora inaspettatamente si rizza sulla gambe ossute e lentamente proferisce:
– Domani è l’equinozio di autunno. Un giorno solenne che segna l’inizio dell’autunno. L’unico momento in cui il giorno e la notte hanno la stessa durata. Tu devi preparare Quella Torta di banane mini, miele e noci. Il burro deve essere salato e sciolto. Un uovo, farina e lievito. Nel mio paese, tutti cucinano questa torta.

Come aveva iniziato aveva smesso. Non le importava come la pensassi.
Dovevo solo farlo, punto.

Oggi, con questa fitta pioggia rischio di bagnare la torta appena sfornata se non mi sbrigo. Sono felice perché sta ancora bevendo il caffè e sotto quel cappello nero vedo che mi sta sorridendo.

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Inspiring
02/10/2015

Inspiring

Let's call it a day and a week, a long week, with a batch of biscotti from today's cooking class!

Crostata rustica con prugne, nocciole e rosmarino
02/10/2015
Crostata rustica con prugne, nocciole e rosmarino

Crostata rustica con prugne, nocciole e rosmarino

Da qualche tempo mi facevano l’occhiolino, al supermercato, certe prugne viola, chiamate italian plums. Mi chiedevo cosa potessero ben avere di italiano quelle prugne,...

| The Banana, Honey and Nuts Cake |She is always sitting on the roadside.Some days, with her big eyes, blue as the sea b...
23/09/2015

| The Banana, Honey and Nuts Cake |

She is always sitting on the roadside.
Some days, with her big eyes, blue as the sea but cold as the ice, she watches every person who passes in front of her. Other days she does not see anyone. She does not look at anyone.

Today, under this heavy rain, her black felt hat covers her entire face. Only long strands of gray hair come out. Bony hands tremble and tighten a cup of instant coffee.
For two years I’ve seen her every morning but she talked to me just once. Not every Saturday, when I leave her some money, not when the last Christmas I gave to her that big cup for breakfast and not even when I phoned the hospital because I was worried for her – it was in August, there were 30 degrees.

She spoke to me yesterday.
As I was coming out of the supermarket I walked beside her.
Suddenly she turned and stopped me with her hand.

She looked at my grocery bag and than she told me: “Have you bought the nuts?”
I replied immediately, “No, why?”
She was scared, she took her hand off of my leg and she stopped looking at me.
I repeat “Why?”

Then she unexpectedly got to her feet and she slowly told me:
“Tomorrow is the autumnal equinox. A solemn day that marks the beginning of autumn. The only day when day and night are the same length.
And you have to cook the cake with small bananas, honey and nuts. The butter must be salt and melted. An egg, some flour and yeast.
In my country, everybody cooked this cake. “

Just as she had started she had stopped.
She didn’t mind about my opinion. I just had to do it, that’s it.

Today, with this rain I risk to spoil the freshly baked cake if I do not hurry. I am happy because she is still drinking coffee and as I approach her, under the hat I see a smile.

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Airbnb greats us! So proud :-)
02/09/2015

Airbnb greats us! So proud :-)

Understand, help and listen.
I did not believe it was possible and instead we managed it.

This is not a job, it is a true vocation. Open the doors to the world and feel part of a community is a priceless feeling.

These are friends and not just guests. It is atmosphere and emotions to share. It is advice and smiles that will open the heart.

We are committed every day to support this initiative and this community. A big thank you for giving us this precious opportunity. #belonganywhere

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Art is not a profession.There is no essential difference between an artist and those to whom the art is addressed. The s...
31/08/2015
Naiadi Magazine

Art is not a profession.
There is no essential difference between an artist and those to whom the art is addressed. The spectators.
The spectator is needed to feed art and without him, the existence of art itself would be meaningless. Even the artist himself may be an art's viewer. He develops, produces and modifies its inspiration through changing the inherent creativity that lies behind each artwork.
Creators and creative.
That's what we are talking about.
One community of craftsmen without the class distinctions that raise an arrogant and now obsolete cultural barrier between artists and spectators. Without any idolatry for the artist at inopportune times.
With determination and curiosity, we are committed to conceive together a unique concept of art which encompasses several forms of creativity and aims to thin, every day, the line between creators and users of creation itself.
The goal of our team is to develop a platform in which the community identifies. A real cultural association.
Through a magazine we want to start this process of exchange of views and ideas.
A continuous flow of creativity.
Naiadi Home is our form of a grant to carry out every day our growth path. This is the place where our projects have come to life, in which they are developed, produced and edited. A cozy relaxing spot where distraction from the chaotic turmoil of the metropolis.
The house and the objects fit with the needs of guests, perfectly shaping up on their identity.

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| The Eggless Plum Cake | Grandma was looking out the window.She scanned the sky with her tired eyesWith a long sigh, sh...
29/08/2015

| The Eggless Plum Cake |

Grandma was looking out the window.
She scanned the sky with her tired eyes
With a long sigh, she pulled out her bony hand from the robe.
One finger, wet of saliva, rising to the horizon. .


Her mouth slowly opened itself: “It will rain”
Nothing more.
The sun was shining in the blue sky.


But everyone knew that that was the signal.
That was the time to prepare the Eggless Plum Cake
She was mixing, shaking and put everything in the oven.

40 minutes.

Right time to enjoy it with a glass of milk while the first drop was falling on the floor.

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Homemade personalised breakfast for our guests. Expect only the best from Naiadi Home.
29/08/2015

Homemade personalised breakfast for our guests.
Expect only the best from Naiadi Home.

L’arte non è una professione Non esiste alcuna differenza sostanziale tra l’artista e tra coloro a cui l’arte è ...
28/08/2015
Naiadi Magazine

L’arte non è una professione
Non esiste alcuna differenza sostanziale tra l’artista e tra coloro a cui l’arte è rivolta.
Gli spettatori.
Lo spettatore si nutre dell’arte e senza di lui l’esistenza dell’arte in sé non avrebbe senso. Anche lo stesso artista può essere egli stesso fruitore, sviluppa, genera e modifica il suo estro mutando l’intrinseca creatività che si cela dietro ad ogni opera.

Creatori e creativi.
Di questo stiamo parlando.
Una sola comunità di artefici senza la distinzione di classe che alza un’arrogante e ormai desueta barriera culturale tra artisti e spettatori. Un’idolatria per l’artista a volte inopportuna.

Noi, con determinazione e curiosità, ci impegniamo a concepire insieme un concetto di arte unico che abbraccia svariate forme di creatività e che mira ad assottigliare, ogni giorno, il confine tra creatori e fruitori della creazione stessa.

L’obiettivo della nostra redazione è quello di sviluppare una piattaforma, in cui la comunità si identifichi. Una vera associazione culturale.
Attraverso un magazine vogliamo avviare questo processo di scambio di opinioni e di idee.
Un flusso continuo di creatività.

Naiadi Home è la nostra forma di sovvenzione per portare avanti ogni giorno il nostro percorso di crescita. Si tratta del luogo in cui i nostri progetti hanno preso vita, si sono sviluppati, generati e modificati. Un intimo angolo di relax in cui distrarsi dal caotico fermento della metropoli.

La casa e gli oggetti si adattano con le esigenze degli ospiti plasmandosi alla perfezione in base alla loro identità.

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looking for artists

Untitled Album
31/07/2015

Untitled Album

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Informazione generale

Art is not a profession. There is no essential difference between an artist and those to whom the art is addressed. The spectators. The spectator is needed to feed art and without him, the existence of art itself would be meaningless. Even the artist himself may be an art's viewer. He develops, produces and modifies its inspiration through changing the inherent creativity that lies behind each artwork. Creators and creative. That's what we are talking about. One community of craftsmen without the class distinctions that raise an arrogant and now obsolete cultural barrier between artists and spectators. Without any idolatry for the artist at inopportune times. With determination and curiosity, we are committed to conceive together a unique concept of art which encompasses several forms of creativity and aims to thin, every day, the line between creators and users of creation itself. The goal of our team is to develop a platform in which the community identifies. A real cultural association. Through a magazine we want to start this process of exchange of views and ideas. A continuous flow of creativity. Naiad Home is our form of a grant to carry out every day our growth path. This is the place where our projects have come to life, in which they are developed, produced and edited. A cozy relaxing spot where distraction from the chaotic turmoil of the metropolis. The house and the objects fit with the needs of guests, perfectly shaping up on their identity. Naiadi Home www.naiadimagazine.com

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