's raining and sadness is with me.
seems that the season is over and even the time of the apples.
I have opened the autumn with the usual flooding of the terrace will soon ruin the head to the garages that live in the crevices of the building as the mice in Cinderella, but far less laborious, however, we are in Naples, and home I went back to the cemetery to look like fountains.
However since we are approaching the winter and I am a sighted person I woke up this morning with one thought in mind: the eel.
sure there are still three months to Christmas but if you do me the pleasure of dropping hints battutoni goliardic and a restaurant, but I would like to dissect this issue, which has its own because, and not trivial.
the eel is a strange and in my opinion too tricky.
the eel [*] field a healthy year in the grace of God immersed in fresh water than he pleases, roam between pounds and pounds of rubbish as they see fit until they arrive home and her life changes from such a case, as hurley after winning the lottery. that change for the worse. Whoever follows lost know!
occurred because the month of December, all of those who decide to befriend the eel because the eel is the star of the religious holidays. levateci all, more or less, except playstation, struffoli and eel.
December 24 for the eel is just a disaster since they invariably end up in the pan, cooked and gobbled up. his fate is like that of poor mr. jingle of the Green Mile : innocent little mouse which also makes a bad end to his human master below electrocuted in the electric chair.
then the eel has a life expectancy rather low and this thing should somehow pity. and surely it will do: I am sure that tens of vegans have already chained to the benches of the fishmongers brandishing menacing bundles of artichokes - those are sharp: hurt - unaware that the Pescaiola Neapolitans do not look even at the white shark and finance let alone the claque of these anorexic Red Cross on Sunday. leave them the prize bontà2007 capitoni because so often these are not worth to me.
of capitoni I do not think so well. This is because beings are smart and tend to be slippery and very pleasing to the eye. actually do not even understand how to please. In fact I have not ever eaten one.
is like the history of escargot in pretty woman, why complicate life by interacting with the sociable creatures so little when there are pizzas to book?! will also be tradition, or the prospect of a good thing abbuscarsi of money doing virtually nothing as Vivian in the movie, but I think that the eel is a double edged sword. even hand weapon.
because it is true that man is distinguished from animals for intelligence, but it is also true that the animal takes a considerable cazzimma ** and before eating makes you let go of the worst trouble. and the eel with his slippery and athletic constitution is objectively a problem.
the eel is a disaster at home and Eduardo De Filippo in his infinite wisdom knew so much so that Pupella then leaves the kitchen with the patches on the forehead when they bang your head against the shelf trying to retrieve a eel that had escaped from the pot.
universe there is a place for everyone, and their is on the bottom of a pot of boiling water and in the belly of a large Neapolitan hungry then. there are those who become Miss Italy, who makes the robbery, who ends up in a mental hospital and who is destined to be destroyed by the merciless jaws of a voracious Naples.
why look for a way out there?
capitoni around the world repeat with me: when I touch I touch.
[*] L ' European eel (Anguilla anguilla , Linnaeus 1758) is a teleost fish of the family Anguillidae . It has an elongated body, subcylindrical, snake, and the dorsal fin of moderate height is stretched up to join the caudal and anal fins.
Description: has a very thick skin, dark green on the back and lighter on the chest, can achieve 3 kg in weight.
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