Tales4Love

  Orange ice cream   2 packs of 200 milliliters, of fat cream, beaten with a spoonful of cornstarch flour; 100 grams of sugar; Orange zest and/or vanilla to flavor.   How to make:   1st Place in the freezer for 40 minutes; 2nd Remove and grind with a hand blender; 3rd Repeat steps 1 and 2 until you get the desired texture.     Enjoy.

  Orange ice cream   2 packs of 200 milliliters, of fat cream, beaten with a spoonful of cornstarch flour; 100 grams of sugar; Orange zest and/or vanilla to flavor.   How to make:   1st Place in the freezer for 40 minutes; 2nd Remove and grind with a hand blender; 3rd Repeat steps 1 and 2 until you get the desired texture.     Enjoy.

  Orange ice cream   2 packs of 200 milliliters, of fat cream, beaten with a spoonful of cornstarch flour; 100 grams of sugar; Orange zest and/or vanilla to flavor.   How to make:   1st Place in the freezer for 40 minutes; 2nd Remove and grind with a hand blender; 3rd Repeat steps 1 and 2 until you get the desired texture.     Enjoy.

A short essay about poetry in a photo: The true nature of a flowers’ photo? Some photos are like hidden poems, contours made of petals, colours tailored for insects whose visits we also dream about. Stomata, we can’t see them in this image, but they are like windows to the plants’ internal secrets. They expel humidity and oxygen and feed us with their inner dreams; essences of odours we breed in. Enchantment is the first word for the first feeling they produce in some of us. A flower’s shadow is always penetrated by the sun’s light, never pitch dark; a grey % of our imagination mixed with reality. But what’s truly that? A poem is an opportunity to dig in not in the profoundness of an image but in the transformation that “object” produces in us. Sometimes, as in the very first time, to see a flower is to understand that there is another language in that apparent stillness. An alphabet of pigments and shapes directed to those who are the readers. We aren’t them. A pointless message and l...

A short essay about poetry in a photo: The true nature of a flowers’ photo? Some photos are like hidden poems, contours made of petals, colours tailored for insects whose visits we also dream about. Stomata, we can’t see them in this image, but they are like windows to the plants’ internal secrets. They expel humidity and oxygen and feed us with their inner dreams; essences of odours we breed in. Enchantment is the first word for the first feeling they produce in some of us. A flower’s shadow is always penetrated by the sun’s light, never pitch dark; a grey % of our imagination mixed with reality. But what’s truly that? A poem is an opportunity to dig in not in the profoundness of an image but in the transformation that “object” produces in us. Sometimes, as in the very first time, to see a flower is to understand that there is another language in that apparent stillness. An alphabet of pigments and shapes directed to those who are the readers. We aren’t them. A pointless message and l...

A short essay about poetry in a photo: The true nature of a flowers’ photo? Some photos are like hidden poems, contours made of petals, colours tailored for insects whose visits we also dream about. Stomata, we can’t see them in this image, but they are like windows to the plants’ internal secrets. They expel humidity and oxygen and feed us with their inner dreams; essences of odours we breed in. Enchantment is the first word for the first feeling they produce in some of us. A flower’s shadow is always penetrated by the sun’s light, never pitch dark; a grey % of our imagination mixed with reality. But what’s truly that? A poem is an opportunity to dig in not in the profoundness of an image but in the transformation that “object” produces in us. Sometimes, as in the very first time, to see a flower is to understand that there is another language in that apparent stillness. An alphabet of pigments and shapes directed to those who are the readers. We aren’t them. A pointless message and l...