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The troubled waters of a stormy sea

sinking of the ship hope.


violent waves of confused dreams
drown
the wreckage of a memory.

And in this painful chasm
I eat algae


Ninni Picone

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A night of terror sinking in Fraginesi

Antonella Gullo

It was an evening ( almost) perfect , my sisters were out with friends after dinner, my the elders had made watching TV, I, on the porch of my cottage holidays, I enjoyed a moment all my reading " The things that I did not say "by Azar Nafisi ,

found conciliatory light absorbed in the silence of the countryside, interrupted, often by a yelp of dogs or the mad rush cats were playing make war ...

"A chiste was a maar Diu " peace e serenità si sarebbero dissolte, da li a poco, nel buio della notte.

Verso mezzanotte le mie sorelle, ancora, non tornavano , decisi di chiudere battenti e continuare la mia lettura a letto, i miei, già runfuliavano alla grande, dalle finestre entrava un venticello fresco che presto mi conciliò il sonno.

Dormivo profondamente ma disturbata da un sogno ansiogeno. Scherì , il delizioso sacco di pulci tisico del vicino, era in grave pericolo: la vedevo sprofondare dentro una spirale di sabbie mobili from which I could save it thanks to the arrival of my sisters made me wake up.

After a brief exchange of whispered rumors just do not wake up the "g iovanotti" returned to darkness and silence ... when: patapunfate! ... the soft thud of something falling dead weight broke the silence. Another few seconds and ... "maybe there is a likely dintra" - The voice of my mother pointed out an intrusion, Scher, had fallen from the window, waking him to dda puviredda .

Tempu ca cuntu you will set off a chain reaction, all the while awake pussycat tampasiava home: my father assittatu ' nmezzu u rea santiari we sat, my mother took the opportunity to drink a glass of water, to me Soru Granna, chidda of ffora dda, nirbusa peak is still a sleep putia taliava u roggiu.

and I?

I get out of bed did not want to know if its components peaks I ScanTo then a jug putia pigghiari sonnu ... meanwhile felt Sheri whine about it taliava 'nt mirror from me scant room and its mirror image, I Soru "a matchmaker", the most resolute of all three Soru, approached the cat with make diplomatic "invited" to leave us and surfaces quattru vuci 'FLAT savutu to attaredda was boring ...

But there was a Versu, u tempu astutari of all lights and try to go to sleep we heard the doors of the living ... granciuliare Schera climbing ladders to the Persian shouted c omu un'agnedduzzu s enza matrix, vulia trasiri who vulia trasiri.

The armaluzza Avia essiri scant, my father thought that was probably attacked by an animal, probably a fox to me Soru Granna, scantulina is, without either leggiri Sapir and scriviri nor is barricaded inside his room thinking that "Armal" could come from his window and also threaten her ...

Schera When he finally was safely returned to the quiet ... all went back into our beds but my father, now a jug putia Piggie sonnu and mumbled something like that on the morrow we Avia ffari a lisciabusso attaredda to and who to priparari avia na pi virghicedda darics lignites in the legs. ...

Nutt was now lost and still long to go ... my father was excited as he was unable to sleep, so while we were all already appinnicate, and you susiu nni nisciu Faris veranda in a Sicilian solitariu those cards together, the time fumarisi tri cigarillos and felt while the barking of a fox and her cubs, suddenly it was dark gloomy ... it seemed that went out the whole universe.

Like all other nights, my mother s'avìa susutu scuru ... or saw the light on the veranda, which he thought had been forgotten and of course went out back to sleep spinzirata , not realizing that my father was not in his bed.

Ddu cristianeddu CA Truva or scuru, sulu 'campaign is a victim mezzu Persu and tantuniannu tantuniannu could back into the house, causing a large vucciuria.

My mother, alarmed by noises coming from outside is susiu Arrè du rea to go viriri always or scuru, nsoccu was going on ... ... and while trying to turn the light on the living room you felt his hand touch ... my father felt as he tried to touch his hand on the light switch the same ... "or h Bedda marriage of the Virgin Mary help me!" the cry of my torn silence of the night ...

It went to bed, but continued to talk all night, the vurpagghiuni, del blackout, di Scherì … du scantu….

All’alba entrai nella loro stanza … chiesi a mio padre come faceva il verso della volpe , seduto in mezzo al letto mi rispose: AHUUUUU!!!!!

E pensare che la sera avanti avevamo mangiato solo una ‘ nsalatedda frisca accompagnata cu pani di Castellammare chi dici: “manciami, manciami” e pi frutta anticchi di muluni d’acqua.

Certo se l’insalata è fatta with raw onions, maybe a bit ' indigestible and may result in some nightmare, as if he has made made her grandmother Nina, you run the risk of encountering her ghost, who knows maybe Scher, that night, he saw his grandmother ...

salad onions

Ingredients:

2 red onions

3 0 4 tomatoes

A po’ di olive nere

Un rametto di menta fresca

Un limone bello citrigno

Uno spicchio d’aglio

sale

pepe

olio

affettare la cipolla e lasciarla macerare, con un bel po’ di sale, ( per eliminare l’acqua di vegetazione ) per circa un’ora, dopo di che spremerla per bene, lavarla sotto l’acqua corrente e metterla a scolare.

Sbucciare il limone, eliminare il succo spremendolo e tagliare a p ezzetti in una ciotola , aggiungere il pomodoro tagliato, uno spicchio d’aglio schiacciato, le olive nere, la cipolla, la mentuccia appena raccolta e condire con abbondante olio d’oliva , aggiungere pepe e sale, mescolare per bene e portare in tavola

Le dosi sono orientative ma è importante sapere che per condire una buona insalata occorre un savio per il sale e il pepe, un avaro per l’agro ( che sia aceto or lemon) oil and a generous for a madman to mix it ...

(antonella Gullo)