Reverse Hypo-pigmentation

the din of the MIND AND STEW Gambon.

is true what they say: we have to take things away to get perspective and solve our problems more easily.

This morning two women talking in the gym locker room. One was explaining to another why he fired a man of the company where he worked.

I was showering, so I was relaxed and is outside the conflict. Maybe that's why I could feel, the tone of guilt that was behind this woman's voice and the subtle condescension with which he listened to his companion, who beyond his real opinion, strongly suggested it had become:

- And it was a bad man - said the first.

- But it just was not right - consoled his companion.

- Exactly - answered. And then they leave with a significant "thank you" .

Where said "thanks " meant, " Thanks" for making me believe that I'm right more than you do not have the foggiest idea if I have right or wrong. "Thanks " to quiet my conscience. " Thanks" for making me feel good asking nothing in return. " Thanks" for helping me to live in this reality, although it is not true. "Thanks " for not making me see a reality that I see. "Thanks " get rid of me for this extremely easy and frugal. "Thanks " for not wanting to investigate, because even I know if I'll like what I can find back.

After giving the " thanks, went to the shower.

Both were silent, but I could see that the locker room was not silent, but with the tumult of his thoughts. A comforting, reaffirming the other Do we judge? Do you criticize?

And then I thought, we are surrounded by the din of thousands of minds that surround us and ours own.

The mind sees and works. Work, work and work without even having our approval.

mind and compare notes. Listen and draw conclusions. Perceived and judged. Touch and adjust. Taste and performs great reviews. Recalls and feel. Plans and weakens. It soothes and comforts. The mind works but we ask and does not stop even if you demand it.

I feel a certain envy of fools whose minds fly without stopping at nothing. None. Anyone. Those for whom "reality" is something that has nothing to do with them. Something is far away.

I was in the shower, oblivious to everything and saw everything so clearly. How many times am I, with a condescending tone, I try to convince me so much? How many times am I who give "thanks" for letting me live outside of reality? Regardless of the truth. Convinced of right but is wrong. How many times have I said thanks for not seeing exactly the truth?

STEW Gambon.

Absorbed in my thoughts I cut two finely chopped leeks. A finely chopped onion. A finely chopped pimento. A finely chopped green pepper. 6 cloves garlic finely chopped and put everything fry in a splash of olive oil .
stirring and thought. The ingredients were cooking, the food delicious vapors gradually invaded the house while I lay my head thousands of traps. The onion is cooked and my mind remembered. The peppers were removed and my mind planned. Garlic is imposed with the prevailing taste and my mind arguing with unrealistic fantasies, created situations, turned my guts with parallel realities, I dominated with its invented scenes, took me here and there, grief to joy, love to resentment, frustration implementation. And I so gullible, believed to dominate my reality for the simple fact of having a silly wooden spoon by the handle.

When the ingredients were rendered (approx. 30 minutes) to my mind it felt like to get me back to reality, I added 4 potatoes cut into small cubes. Then I added 6 huge king prawns, covered all with water and added salt , a few strands of saffron and pepper .

Cover and let cook for about 30 minutes.

A delicious dish to enjoy with a good wine, in the cold European winter that we're seeing here.

What was he thinking as he ate the king prawns? In Gambon. At the exact moment when he ate that dish so comforting. Not always give my mind the power to dominate. From time to time he made it clear who is boss here. That sometimes when I try to be me.

Bon appetit.