the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

three kisses

She sang:

Bubble, bubble, pasta pot,
Boil me some pasta, nice and hot,
I’m hungry and it’s time to sup,
Boil enough pasta to fill me up.

And the pasta pot bubbled and boiled and was suddenly filled with steaming hot

Then Strega Nona sang,
Enough, enough, pasta pot,
I have my pasta, nice and hot,
So simmer down my pot of clay,
Until I’m hungry another day

“How wonderful!” said Big Anthony. “That’s a magic pot for sure!”

And Strega Nona called Big Anthony in for supper.

But too bad for Big Anthony, because he didn’t see Strega Nona blow three
kisses to the magic pasta pot.

happy weekend!
photo: here
text: strega nona and the magic pasta pot



to pretend we are the same

We die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

the cocktail party by t.s. eliot

photo: here
healing properties of quartz: here