The First, First of all…


I felt  natsukashii at the sight of this image
Ice-cream is Proustian

  Ice cream is Proustian. One bite can send you time-traveling decades back, to a hot summer day, when you walked barefoot on shell-dappled Gulf sands, vanilla ice cream dripping over the sides of a cone and onto your fingers. Maybe it was a reward for the first time you lost a tooth, a sweet, cold dish of mint chocolate chip as balm for the pain. A bite of blackberry gelato might conjure up a stroll down a sunny Roman street with a long-lost love._Mimi Swartz

http://www.texasmonthly.com/story/rocky-road?fullpage=1?src=longreads

Then, I felt “natsukashii”, at the sight of the image of a glass of ice-cream before my eyes, I entered and ordered one, a bite, suddenly, euphorically nostalgic, triggered by experiencing something Tout-Aussi, common, and simply be delighted by such encounter with a rare trove at vitrine of a parlor Ice Cream, passing Whashington Square,  a twist  made in to the usual home-to-work itinerary, an escape on the account of everyday’s banalities. How soothing a scoop of ice cream, can be, first.

Ice cream is Proustian. One bite can send you time-traveling decades back, to a hot summer day, when you walked barefoot on shell-dappled Gulf sands, vanilla ice cream dripping over the sides of a cone and onto your fingers. Maybe it was a reward for the first time you lost a tooth, a sweet, cold dish of mint chocolate chip as balm for the pain. A bite of blackberry gelato might conjure up a stroll down a sunny Roman street with a long-lost love.
Ice cream is Proustian

First, a word  we say it to make a point, adieu! a kiss-and-go, departing, an unleashed hand and a step to a bus.Then after that or before that, there was the first cry, the first word we pronounced,  the first step we walked, the first tooth,  and so on; those small things of life we don’t totally or vaguely  remember, that are part of souvenirs, of a parent, a freind, or something dear to use. Because we are the first child, and because our memory can’t keep; we were too small. Then, some decades later, the first thing that came to mind, the  Bar-Mitzvah, or the circumcision, tonsils, a wounded knee,  a cut in the palm, a first shave with bleeding cuts to the face,  the fist date and a long-lost love.  Things we treasure. Both nostalgic souvenirs, longtime forgotten, but the last, one of lasting memories, that still pursuits its wake with such sweet sorrow that you can’ but once grieve.

Rocky-road ice cream? God bless the broken roads. A cracked pecan better ice cream in my mouth and longway awaiting from home.

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I am an autodidact writer, and enough of an artist, to draw upon my imagination_I can't pretend here, to imitate Einstein's expression, nor to profess having enough knowledge of that sort, credit is, where credits due, noblety obliged, nor to build equations, or lost gravity, still having this audacity to emitate Mr. Einstein one's expression is a crime of Lese-majeste, and to not for being an imbued person, first, pardon my intrusive Introduction, but isn't it an imitating someone, the same like of gardening and planting coliflowers? Maybe Orchids... Secondo, I just have borrowed his quote _"knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world ", for the pumps and circumstance, and just for the sake blogging, put it that way down to paper, and to fancy make an old dream of mine comes true, perhaps one day, and if time permitting, a would-be a writer and having enough ingredients for writing prose and possibly poetry _Thankful always to my reader for stopping by, and To all the followers: Thank you for following my blog, regularly, and by your likes on my posts, you're encouraging me each time, to persist and strive to do better for blogging than the sensational, and to take the risk to be boring sometimes ; please send me your feeds Thanks you again extra large for your patience _Modestly speaking: _Inspirational Dr. Seuss's quote: _“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And You are the one who’ll decide where to go.” ― Dr. Seuss

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