Alin’s Fuzzy Winter Cake



1- Tea Biscuits
2- cacao mix
3- a little fresh cream cheese
4- some pieces of dark chocolate
5- a few pieces of mandarin
6-  ground walnuts
7- milk
8- pomegranate
9- mint leaves
10-  cream to serve with

In a large mixing bowl, combine the broken biscuits and the mixture: cacao,cheese, walnuts, chocolate, mandarin, milk, pomegranate seeds preferably with a spoon (I used a blender and lost the beautiful biscuit pattern)

Pack the mixture tightly in a plastic sheet and refrigerate it for several hours. After unpacking you can slice it and decorate as you wish with fresh fruit, mint leaves and cream.

method is based on an old recipe from mom’s kitchen!

My Bike Blue

written, performed and mixed by Alin Diraduryan

My Bike Blue
my bike blue
is a special blue
that’s how I recognize you
when it ‘s dark

it shines morning skies

I suspect
yours is no paint
but an invisible skin
that secretly
and inhales
moods of me
to shape thyself
in harmonic postures
of us

so that
you and I
will manifest
one ride one road
roads will form with us

we pedal a mantra

my bike blue
is a special blue
that’s how I recognize you
no matter the light
you are by my side

but at times
like tonight
when we are apart

I may also prefer to walk alone sometimes

under a starlight
to witness
the change
of a phase
of matter

an urge
to relate
to my body

as I used to do sometimes

that walking fast
activates a memory
they would know
where to take me
and so I follow
my footsteps

empty streets
is you
in my mind
I compose
random chords
of traffic
of cars
of flows
of minds

cannot catch up
with us
neither of pasts nor of futures
words escape to stars

stars will sing lyrics for you
for us
next time when we align
each time a song of reality
is a new one

my bike blue
is a special blue
that’s how I recognize you
second life was the name
of the man
who made me for you


Good morning!
You have been greeted by pink and orange roses this time.
Do you mind?

We actually have everything here!
They shape as we wish
under colorful prayer flags.

Flags receive their color
daily fresh from
rainbow harvesting lands.

We have dots of hopes breathing inside.

Look! here is one drawing,
etched by a child for you.

She says it is you and her
walking hand in hand
entering a building
which would look like home for you.

She says if you look carefully
you won’t feel lonely here.

They do shine really
these dots of hopes
She too is a dot of hope.

You just don’t need to think
It’s that easy
so they can outline with you
even almost literally

A cool warm indigo spot
hidden behind the imaginary walls of an igloo.

An igloo is made of living frosted color glass
We call them our red blue green recharge huts
similar to your dreams:

it is something like
when you would see a remote tea-light
with the side of your eye
and make it an ardent nautical sign
of an early morning
that fades to a call of
a nameless
well known
yet unexplored
future memories
it is still so still

slowly then
yellow catches up

our sun
outpaces dawn
and mixes up jazz

an ensemble we are then
something similar to your differentiable landscapes
but ours are nowhere-differentiable

so please hold that little girl’s hand now
She will teach you home
this time.

Edge of the Universe

Fume of the mystic air
flows to create
an invisible lodge
a harmonic rhythm
of knowing the other.

Sanctuary of Love
shelters the Kiss.

Received touch
makes up
points of  Desire
as flesh and blood
from the etheric.

A fluid transparency
made of interchangeable
unique crystalline particles
of unseen color,
an indefinable atomic structure
Draws contours of a  body
that subtly shapes along the kiss.

‘Kiss me’
is a thankful whisper
‘Play me to a oneness’
gratifies the breath
along  her neck,
lips, forehead
and knees
an anechoic chamber of limpid breeze
rectifying bliss
an irrefutable awareness of joy
a gifted  Unity
an honored desire

She feels the
colors of zephyr and without visualizing
grows into the derived equivalence
of emerging pinks or  jutting greens
she is destined to remain as invisible as
his’… not owned – not reserved

‘nothing stays nowhere
a thing is not received  if you are not there
A blessing of the moment  is everywhere
you are drawn to where and what you truly were’

As the body gets formed
miracle gets real
As miracle gets real
the body gets formed

and mutates
a lucent gate
towards a universe
so The wind can pass

At the edge
she molds
to …
…. a
……….something new

The lover the love
The now at now
senses itself
in white lines
a bridal delicacy
‘A flower’
tales say
with myriad petals
living at the edge of the universe

She reads the volatile coolness
of the warm colored
differently sized light trace  that
the fumes,
the kiss ,
the breath,
the blow,
the zephyr,
the lover
has become for her

she traces
his ever expanding Trace
so that perpetually  he shall progress
for the universe
while she remains
and observes
as her nature requires her to be
as their dual existence is conditioned to
as is nature’s one
or Love’s

She,  the precision of  joy that he creates for
the eternal witness of bliss
Colored by divine light
of rejuvenation
of freedom
of truth
at a place beyond thoughts
at the edge of a universe.

Alin’s rice and vegetable dish

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  •    Pandan rice
  •    fresh spinach leaves
  •    thin sliced cucumber
  •    thin sliced carrot
  •    thin sliced zucchini
  •    rice oil to wok
  •    fresh herbs: dill, mint, parsley
  •    one middle onion and garlic
  •    black and red pepper and some sea salt
  •    dry prune (for some sweetness)

wok the mix and steam until the rice is ready.
wok tougher veggies first then add the leaves
So, onion, garlic, carrots, zucchini, rice go first
fresh spinach and herb leaves after.
Steam the mix until rice is ready and add the dry prunes during steaming or after.

Tastes really good! 🙂

*thyme bread*

I am sitting here with you
sipping a cup of coffee alone
how interesting to save energy and space like that
using one body what used to be just mine.

how contemplative peaceful aware and full of wisdom we are  together
as I could be on my own before my fall
a fall –  a period  
equivalent to  intervals of states of innocence
after the fetal  and before the restored one.

communicative is the body in creative balance
walking on a line of  harmony
beyond a metropolitan valley
because it can afford derived fun
so to create surroundings by dance  
so to create matter.

speaking under the dimness of a warm bright yellow kitchen light
its morning with you now alone
I made a thyme bread for us not to eat if you don’t want to but to awaken divination
the suggestion of taste by smell
the act of cooking
to trigger a required natural physical reaction

I serve it beside the coffee as dry bread
maybe not for us but for the birds outside
as if it matters: the I –  the you or the birds
one sips – the other beaks
and the rays of universe weave

that’s all about it I guess

this way we broadcast our mute to us- never heard by us – laughter  through a November mist towards a galaxy  where families live and can receive ours’ as a synaesthesized pulse and can learn from – the way to become happy not like us but as a cause of ours’