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I wonder
Isn’t it that the air breathes us,
That the light consumes us, that every object takes from us the necessary?
The money buys their rate of exchange from us
The clock winds us stereotypically to its face, in an occult dance
Invoking rains and non-rains for an Earth that abusively and tyrannically possesses us
The wine distils us and takes sips from us, the food digests us in an asymmetrical swinging
And who in the end is left to wash the dishes?… these precarious, curious me..
I watch distracted, from a twisted angle, hostile statues,
Isn’t it that all questions are boomerangs
Aiming for my knee, my neck…?
And this “isn’t it”, doesn’t it watch me upside down in lying mirrors?

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Può essere che… l’aria ci respira a noi
la luce ci consuma, ogni oggetto prende da noi, secondo le loro necessita:
Il denaro compra…

Mango season! It’s the time of the year I LOVE. At least now I can get my mango fix. Even though mangoes here are much less varied than in Thailand, it’s better than nothing at all.

I’ve gotten several requests about how to cook the sticky rice that is normally served with mangoes in Thailand, and also here. You know, this is a food combination that I totally disagreed with since my childhood all the way until now.

Don’t get me wrong. I love mangoes. And I love the sweet, sticky rice, called “Khao Niaow Moon” or “Khao Niao Mun” in Thai. But putting them together isn’t the way to eat them for me. I want to eat them separately, one at a time. This is my personal opinion and I’m not forcing it on anyone (like I do with my curry recipes!) I feel that the sweet, sticky rice…