Aleska

Like Water for Chocolate During the Spring Break, I ventured to read the novel "Like Water for Chocolate" divinely written by the successful Mexican Laura Esquivel. This novel,published in 1989, was translated into 36 languages ​​and was a total worldwide sales success with almost 3 million copies. I consider that this story has a high level of understanding,because the novel is written within the parameters of magical realism (where unreal situations are shown as everyday). The story is developed in 239 pages. Like  Water for  Chocolate tells the story of Tita De la Garza,a Mexican girl who since her birth had direct contact with the kitchen. This novel is developed in the ranch located in Piedras Negras, Mexico at the beginning of the 20th century. In this drama, Tita, one of the daughters of Mama Elena, is condemned to follow a family tradition in which "the youngest daughter must take care of her mother until she dies". Tita is immensely in love with Pedro M...

     “Eataly” is located in the Shops at North Bridge, in 43 E Ohio St. Chicago, Illinois. This place offers its services from Monday to Sunday from 7:30 am to 10 pm.      The place offers the possibility to all those who walk and / or in their car to see the experience inside due to their large windows. When I arrive at the place, the first thing that we can appreciate is the announcement, in which it appears the name of the place accompanied by the phrase "Eat better, live better". In the main entrance, we can appreciate the logo of this osteria and its opening and closing times. Inside “Eataly” it is a spacious 2-story lighted room that connects with two elevators and a pair of escalators. If we take a quick look around, we can find different phrases on the walls, of a size large enough for those who want to read it. Among these phrases or messages, I find one that particularly caught my attention because of the directness and diverse interpretation th...

Ode to Chocolate In my secret site you are always My chocolate, my adorable chocolate Milk, spicy or dark always waiting for me At your hacienda 'La Ceiba' arrive that day, Barlovento turned into flavor Stroll through the plantations of your origin It was a privilege Chocolate, that day you were my elixir your smell was a pleasure Oh my unparalleled lover, my exotic chocolate You came to my life to stay My dates with you are always the sweetest we have shared joys and sorrows films travels February 14th and Three Wise Men An extravagant feeling to feel in my mouth that I certainly can not let go My body screams at you when I do not have you near My sweet love, you are my addiction cravings of my red days you are a delicacy of the gods you always my chocolate. By Aleska Sever

A night of glamor, full of wonderful stars from the big screen. It's time for the Oscar, the most important prize in the seventh art. It is a recognition awarded by the Academy of Arts and Cinematographic Sciences. Most of the artists we see that night have made us laugh, cry, sing, dance and also dream. I can imagine what it must be like to be there, surrounded by so many famous people while walking on the red carpet. It would be great to be able to admire or hate the dresses that the artists have planned months ago to use in this splendid night. I would love to take pictures and why not, have a chat with one of them. Since I was little, I have been a fan of movies. When I see this image, I can think about how each nominated artist feels the expectation and emotion of winning. The Oscar, a statuette that at first sight looks like a naked man; however, its value is not in its form, but in how this statue represents the effort, perseverance and the work that involves a fil...

When Ching first saw me, his eyes caught my attention it was mysterious

The city with the most beautiful women in  the world. A paradise of red roofs. Fierce as a white shark with the pointy teeth waiting for action, persistent as a child learning to walk. Under the majestic protection of Waraira Repano, which is still admired and longed for by its people with enthusiasm. Now, she is the witness in the first row of human barbarism. Today you are a city of contrasts. Under the distrust, fear all over, under the insecure hand of destiny. My hometown, where I can not go back. Now tell me you are corrupt and I believe them, for I have seen mayors under the mask of hipocresy and lie. Tell me you are conflict and I answer "Yes, it is true because I have seen the cruelest clashes between its honest citizens and the National Guard". Tell me you are creepy and my reply is "On the streets, I have seen the paviment painted with the most intense red after a bullet". My hometown, how much have you changed, and I can not go back.