I have found a very special song about Rocinante, Don Quixote horse. 

ROCINANTE   Atravesé, la eternidad y descubrí, tras de una nube algo un caballo con alas viene hacia mí   ¿quién eres tú? ¿qué haces aquí? has de saber que yo soy Rocinante, vivo alejado, el coche me desplazó.   Don Quijote me abandonó cambió su lanza por un tractor, harto ya.   Pobre Hidalgo, cómo luchó quiso cambiar el mundo por sus sueños no comprendieron, se rieron de él.   Dulcinea le convenció, Sancho Panza se le asoció y montaron un negocio una tienda de accesorios para el tractor.   Don Quijote me abandonó cambió su lanza por un tractor, harto ya.   Hiciste bien en quedarte aquí en este valle de paz todo lo que allí ya no está, acompaña tu soledad todo lo bello lo he visto aquí, no necesitas más.   Puede que quieras venir conmigo en este viaje infinito vénte conmigo, buen Rocinante a descubrir lo eterno bate tus alas al viento, iremos juntos más allá.          If you're interested it's here:

It was a cold dark morning of the gloomy lithuanian winter. 

My head was so stuffed of many random thoughts that I couldn't come up with an answerto my question 'why do people cherish everything they have in the world?' 

The noisy street disturbed me I couldn't concentrate. So I went to look for a calmer place and I found a very rare but, strangely, not a lonely  Renaissance time courtyard. It had a beautiful gallery, two gates looking towards each other and a girl, sitting on the balcony of one of the galleries...She made herself comfortable next to a long flower-pot full of lavender plants, blooming like the sky above the court. Their scent took onto the lightest wind gust and flew all over the girl then me and ran away, disappeared in nowhere. I couldn't understand why the sky above the courtyard was so blue and why in the middle of the winter those beautiful lavenders were blooming. I asked myself 'why'? and i saw the answer in that girl. There were no answers,nor questions. When you see a thing like that you don't ask why. Or else, it may vanish, run away from you like that lavender gust of wind... And so it was. I caught myself standing in a cold courtyard all alone under the grey sky. I needed to escape like them. so ran trough the yard and the second gate to a place I've never been to before, though I live in this city for whole my life. I could see a palace. It was big, very pale and...sad. So I turned away. I didn't want to get even saddier. But to confirm my state, a beautiful though broken elephant. It was took as prisoner I could see the chains on his legs and trunk. It was kept for a chessboard. 

'I was a free joyful elephant at once' he whispered 

I didn't answer. 

'People imprisoned me. They don't cherish me, nor other elephants.' 

I was afraid to say a word, because I WAS a HUMAN. Still, I whispered back to him: 'They don't cherish anything' 

'But do they own us to be able to do what they want?' he cried 

'No.' 

My head was full, but I felt only one thought 'Why?' 

 

 

Hello ya all!!! 

It's the first time I'm writing to you so don't be too harsh to me:-D 

OK so here's my first article I wanted to share with you:-D 

You know, there's a very special song (at least for me) ,,Amapola'' it's in spanish and it is sang by Andrea Bocelli (which I adore). If someone would like to know how to get this song please contact me;-) 

So, ,,Amapola''  means Poppy;) 

 

POPPY                                                 

Papaver rhoes 

 

One of the best memories of my life... 

I was left alone in a big field, an ugly field, full of thistles (no offense scotchs);) I've got hurt by them but still I tried to leave the place that looked like a big kingdom of gnomes hiding underground and stretching their icky hands to catch me... 

I've made it trough the horrible land, ran trough the forest full of old, strange trees. But I'd got lost in there. I've spent hundreds of hours (or at least it seemed like that) bording around until I found the cemetery. Yup, I was weird but my grandma lived next to the village cemetery. For the first (and last) time in my life I was happy to see it. But the two-hundread-year-old creepy place soon lost his charm and I started to run and reach for the big prairie full of my favorites poppies. I felt at home. 

 

Poppy cream 

200g of 30% cream 

40 g of poppy seeds 

60g of sugar 

70ml of milk 

1 egg yolk 

10 g of gelatine 

40 ml of water 

vanilla 

Whip the egg yolk with sugar. Pour warm milk in it. 

Put the bowl with the paste in hot water and heat while mixing. 

Swell the gelatine in water  until it melts, pour the milk with the yolk. Put to heat again. 

When it cools, but in the paste grinded poppy seeds and vanilla. Whip the cream, put the sugar and the paste, mix it well but with caution and pour onto some ice cream or other sweets. ;) 

Bye