Monday, December 27, 2010

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foam foie gras with apple compote, Pedro Ximenez jelly and crispy caramelized cashews.

For this recipe or use a siphon to foam foie hot or whisk until get a mousse.

Ingredients: 300 grs
. 70 g fresh foie
. creme fraiche

brandy 1 dash salt and pepper 2 sheets of gelatin
neutral
1 glass of Pedro Ximenez dessert
1 tablespoon sugar 4 apples Pippin

20 grs.
sugar cashews

Development.
Pedro Ximenez jelly, heat the wine
amontillado, we take a spoon of sugar and add the gelatin previously hydrated. Stir and threw him into a container.
Caramel Cashew Crunch ,
Heat until sugar liquid, add the cashews to be bathed in caramel and took to cool. After the chop with a knife. Applesauce
,
peel the apples and cook in a small saucepan, add a little water and if the try is acid is added a little sugar. Book.
foam foie, foie
Making in a skillet over high heat, remove and clean any nerves and pass through the rod by adding the creme fraiche. Season and we take a splash of cognac. Go through the bar and get into the trap. We charge the gas. Reserve.

serve:
For this Incoming ideally, a small glass bowl to make them look different layers.
With a pastry bag fill the background with the apple sauce. If we siphon
do the same with foie gras mousse. On the foam of foie cast gelatin cubes. In conclusion we drop a few bits of cashews.

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Sea of \u200b\u200bWords - ANA BELEN MARTIN ALBERTO VAZQUEZ


words Sea

inner cities keep a sea
hidden in the words.


suffice
look bright and bold
to see that the dates
born in
streetlights and banks
blue crackling fires.

be enough to play
tree trunk
to feel the sap
and resentment of the subsoil.

inner cities
saved a sea where sailing only
smugglers.



ANA BELEN Martin Vazquez

Ana Belén Martín Vázquez has published Moments in the collective book The Republic of Imagination in the collection collective ; Legacy Editions and participate in 2011 project of eco-poetry the dump.

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CUBERO

At night wayward sprout roots of love. Grow toward the millennial drunken woman's soul. The wrapped in a spell peace and desire. They respect your sleep. Reinvent the image through it. Reinvent the heartbeat of the beating without being seen. Maverick, free, wise, coming and going from the bowels to skin, eyes to the miracle of hand.
To the north, in the dense forest, the fauna is, brutish cries, smell the earth in search of roots, senses a female in the freshness of the leaves.
In the pond, the fog begins to fall on the water, gently. The woman wet her cheeks. Shudders. Feel the beauty in every pore.
Wait. Wait.
A hug: water and temperance.
There, in the north, the faun keeps looking.
Sensing.
Intrepid.

(unpublished)
ALBERTO CUBERO

Alberto Cubero has published granite Birds with Paul Martin Coble, duets in the collection of poetry and Legacy Behind which door in the collective book The Republic of Imagination in the collection Collective Legacy Editions

Saturday, December 18, 2010

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foreclosed.

"mighty gentleman is Don Money." And they said our encyclopedias. The human desire is insatiable. Now 47 million people in "the skin of a bull" over 20 is dreaming of the day December 22 and children of San Ildefonso. In Europe, for our philosophical tradition and advanced ideas, we thought we were above the U.S. capitalist cannibalism. I think the Americans fail to be as hypocritical as Europeans. They do not hide from where does the money for election campaigns and scientific projects, academics and business. Here we work with the double standard of supporting social causes but within a monetary system whose sole purpose is to increase profits. Far was Mr. "Superlópez" and compatibilizers projects and corporate labor welfare.
All this rant comes to mind so that I was outraged when a political group has tabled an amendment to the mortgage law and has been rejected by almost all parties Congress.
The proposal was "foreclosed" in case of failure to pay the mortgage. They call it "the American mortgage, can not pay the bank loan because they get your house and you stay free of charge.
The initiative was made by UIC and supported by IU, ICV and ERC. Both PP and PSOE voted against it and even got to say that by no means was going to implement such a thing.
To which I, the major parties are heavily dependent on banks to finance both to make macroeconomic adjustments. Now when it comes to buying English debt are the same entities that are forced to buy. On 14
spoke only state alarm in the control towers and other news is the rapid sneaked nobody noticing.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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Goodbye Enrique Morente



write these lines in tears, listening to an album of Enrique Morente. I have this the last time I heard him live at Casa de America, a few months ago, in October 2010, closing the Festival Poets per km 2.

can not forget her voice, festive and rebellious hair genius in love with art, life and poetry. Between singing and singing, and laughter was leaving stars, comments that made him an accomplice to an audience happy encounter may not recur.

On the same stage where we read the poems in the book The Republic of Imagination in the gloom of the room lit by his voice, took us to the dark streets of Granada, the eternal lament of flamenco that was his homeland and letters of the authors he admired. I was happy in the meantime book of poetry and poet as per kilometer.

I know this blog is dedicated to poetry. Perhaps rather than obituaries. But you have to acknowledge the orphans of poetry, because we lost a player in love with the verses. A man who gave voice to Miguel Hernández, San Juan de la Cruz, the brothers Machado, Rafael Alberti, García Lorca, Nicolás Guillén and Arab poets such as Ibn Hazd, among others.

We have lost his voice, his wisdom, his simplicity, his audacity, his way of living and being in the world ... We will miss the clarity of Enrique Morente. Then

Saturday, December 11, 2010

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Confessions of a waiter, Steve Dublanica

Book
born of the blogosphere. The union of successive entries Steve Dublanica has resulted in a text American union. The Guild of the U.S. hotel is different to Europe. In Spain we complain about the low wages of many low-skilled jobs. In usamérica interprofessional minimum wage is $ 7 an hour but due to the permissiveness of the waiters let agencies charge between $ 2 and $ 4 an hour. This meager salary must be completed with the tip.
I remember an episode of "The Sopranos" in which a waiter very angry came out to claim his tip to a mobster who had paid a bill of about $ 2000. The shooter (a little stressed), upset by it, it is loaded.
to me for two beers a maid also claimed his tip me, but I apologized and I snapped a couple of dollars.
When paying by card or leave the "tip" in cash or write a percentage charged on the "amount" final.
The obsessive idea that roams the chapters is "the tip" and how to get it. This means that sometimes seem a little heavy.
Anecdotes are not as funny and entertaining as the author believes. Just do not lack the eschatological chapter speaking of spitting in customer food edges.

Monday, December 6, 2010

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The Tropic of roofs - JUAN PEDRO FERNANDEZ BLANCO

doubt, doubt
blood
doubt the power of quicksilver
doubt,
doubt, and that doubt me

dissolved in a translucent body condition and poorly permeable
dense
a body that
hits doubt their finest fever, with his cohort
gray and halftone
with uncertainty as
flag and a resistance to what arthritic infallible
to the predictable, to the resolution.
I can say that, not being a composition
exact
nothing allows me to enter my state in the everyday
more border solved
and buy the newspaper,
shot and crushed on the ground the butt of the whole day, while walk
my cooker for the cemetery,
and insult to the old by certain smell pee and mothballs
peed in a bank to square the circle drawing, chess
and against the clergy
submit the opinion of my bishop,

is an attempt to qualify my range of neutral,
where I get lost in a sort of orange
fallible, imprecise
question and untimely, full of insecurity.
If then I run into sincere love,
not accept it, I destroy,
and once dead,
cry! and cry!,
hear in the echo shells, starfish, seahorses ...
waking moments that swept not sleep.
I do not feel the consistency of the body,
to an orgy of doubt,
normally increases the tropics of the roofs, as disparate
paradise can be no better inn.
I see a cat walk your buzz by plenty of windows,
distant stars play hide and seek in a sad canopy of smoke, walk
shingle shingle, rising ladder to the most imperfect of the roof.

(Unpublished Poem)




PEDRO FERNANDEZ JUAN BLANCO is one of the authors of collective THE REPUBLIC OF IMAGINATION , in which their poems parcitipa Sigh, love, sighs .