Sometimes I have an idea, trivial or complex it is, to think how to achieve ... but fail for lack of time. He stayed there, sketched in a corner of the head and heart, every now and then is heard, causing no little frustration in the undersigned. Then finally the time comes. The idea is no longer the same, has changed as in the preparation of food: maybe I'm missing an ingredient, or I do not care for that flavor, but friends come to dinner and I thought that dish that becomes another, equally appetizing.
I wanted to bring books for the coming winter, write my reading of the end / beginning of the year (the belief that the book which started the year with is what determines the quality of the readings of the 12 months that follow, it is unfortunately still alive), to suggest a recipe ... Arrival
now offering a comforting onion soup with toasted rustic bread. I have not changed course, my ship plows always the great sea of \u200b\u200bliterature, but in addition to anchoring the reading of a place at a time, occasionally a music ... why do not associate it with a flavor? So if the link is with the onion soup, my literary ramblings I have certainly brought in France: in a world without time to meet with Patrick Modiano and Emmanuel Bove. The wind of Their words rocked me in those days.
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