George Lopez Angie Dancing Song

FOR CARNIVAL ....

every joke that is!

Yeah, just like the nursery rhyme says, but for me, that time,

was not at all a joke ... indeed!
But to understand you too, must take a big step back in time,

life when I saw a little girl of 7 years.

We had an appointment that day she and I, indeed

her, as well as with me, had a far more serious and which, alas,

was already agreed that it should not be missed.

Maybe he missed the one presented to us, but I already so small

stavo per scoprire che parecchi appuntamenti nella vita rimangono

mancati, incompiuti e mai più concordati.

Sapevo che nonna stesse molto male, non chiedevo, non lo facevo perché non dovevo,

su questo argomento c'era il riserbo assoluto

"i bambini non dovevano sapere"

sentivamo bisbigliare agli adulti dai piccoli spiragli delle porte rimaste socchiuse,

però osservavo e non mi sfuggivano i suoi affanni, i suoi sospiri i suoi abbattimenti

e qull'impercettibile malinconia nelle promesse a lei strappate, che probabilmente,

sapeva già di non aver il tempo di mantenere. Each

his embrace had become louder, enveloping, almost overwhelming, almost

seeking to merge in an attempt to me and her so indissoluble, indivisible

always against time that now she had to invert the rounds of the hands.

But I promise I still managed to snatch ...

the morning before I had promised for this Carnival

we prepared a cake with cheerful, colorful, almost disguised ...

promise but after that she is gone, is gone

without that cake had ever been prepared.

I remember that morning I got up with such excitement, that walked

the cold marble corridor, almost flying rather than walking, knowing that in the middle of the day I met her, and she embraced

, after having carefully ajar ,

would have admired, he beheld his child dressed as a "Columbine".

But when I, "Columbine", perfumed and made up, I was ready to go to the party,

here's my father's eyes that escape me, and his voice turned off and quiet, almost whispered

that informs me that the visit a grandmother can no longer do,

that you will return, I'll have to aspettare.

Per l'intero pomeriggio rimango delusa, ferita, quasi inebetita,

mi svesto e ripongo con delicatezza quegli abiti a festa

dentro la loro scatola per metà incellofanata ,

allora ben conservata e mai più ripresa.

Il cielo quel pomeriggio era color cobalto con sbuffi di nuvole bianche...

sembravano zucchero filato,

da bambina amavo osservare i movimenti delle nuvole, i loro disegni, le figure che creavano,

e quella volta vi avevo visto un angelo che spiccava il volo lontano, oltre il cielo;

nel mostrare tale fantasia a mia madre poco distante da me , mi accorsi che lei,

now unable to restrain a painful burst into tears and heartfelt

and in that time I had figured out who that angel was designed in the sky.

Since then I have long considered the saddest of the year the festival Carnival,

then, becoming an adult and mother,

with my kids I had to react,

to Carnival they also wanted to entertain,

and then something had to change,

as they say "the show must go on"

and today for the first time, that famous cake I wanted to prepare.

"HARLEQUIN CAKE"

's inspiration for this cake I was given the recipe in pubbilcata this nice blog where you can also observe the phases and rules of procedure.

Regarding ingredients I have them amended so with excellent results

6uova

400 g.

400 g. sugar

flour 1 cup of yogurt with fruit (the fruit you like more)

100 ml vegetable oil 50 g.

water 1 packet of yeast

gel food coloring 1 teaspoon vanilla.

roof nutella cream and white sugar paste decorations.

Cettina grandmother I think, among the women in my life life

was what I loved most ,

still suffer as soon as she has gone, yet

Today I can no longer play with the clouds.

With this post I participate (for a nap) Allegro contest mix the vegetables together? "

and again to that of Sandramilù because ancora una volta ho cucinato con il cuore.