#sfinge

[cosmonautroger]

Sfinge, Giza

[ninoelesirene]

Come una sfinge temibile che inciampa, precipitando dalla rupe, così l’inferno si risolve nell’istante in cui ci imbattiamo in una persona gentile.

[morethansalad]

Sfinge / Moroccan Donuts (Vegan)

[alessandro55]

Voyage en Egypte David Roberts

Guy Rachet, Jean-Claude Simoen

Bibliotheque de l'Image, 1992, 96 pages, 31x24cm, broché, 55 reproductions en couleurs, ISBN 9782878300291

euro 30,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Un très beau livre pour les passionnés d'illustration et de voyages, Bien documenté, c'est la remontée du Nil comme on peut la faire aujourd'hui, la comparaison entre ce que c'était et ce que c'est devenu reste édifiante (triste?) 12/08/24

[viaggianteviaggi]

Viaggio al Cairo: un tesoro di storia e cultura

Vuoi andare in viaggio al Cairo, la capitale dell'Egitto? Devi sapere allora che è una città dalle profonde contraddizioni, dove antiche strutture si ergono contro moderni grattacieli. E' una fusione di diverse culture, religioni e tradizioni che risale a migliaia di anni fa. Il fascino della città è la sua miscela unica di vecchio e nuovo, dove la storia si fonde con il presente.Il Cairo è una metropoli vivace che ospita oltre 20 milioni di persone, il che la rende una delle più grandi città dell'Africa. La città vanta un ampio sistema di trasporti che include la famosa metropolitana del Cairo. Un modo economico ed efficace per spostarsi. Il Cairo è anche una città famosa per i suoi numerosi taxi, che rendono piacevole attraversare le strade trafficate della città.Ha una storia notevole che risale all'epoca faraonica. Le Grandi Piramidi di Giza, situate alla periferia della città, e la Sfinge, sono affascinanti resti dell'antico Egitto. Uuna parte essenziale di qualsiasi tour al Cairo. Le piramidi, costruite per i faraoni come tombe, sono strutture imponenti che hanno resistito alla prova del tempo, testimoniando l'ingegno e la raffinatezza dell'antica civiltà egizia.

Viaggio al Cairo: la terra dei faraoni

Il Cairo non è solo il suo passato; la città è anche un centro di importanza religiosa. La città ospita diversi importanti monumenti islamici, come la Moschea di Alabastro, la Moschea di Ibn Tulun e la Cittadella del Cairo. I turisti possono anche visitare l'area copta del vecchio Cairo, dove troveranno la Chiesa sospesa e il Museo copto. Questi siti servono a ricordare la diversità religiosa che il Cairo possiede.Tuttavia, il Cairo non è interamente dedicato alle sue attrazioni turistiche. La città è un ampio centro commerciale, dove convivono vecchio e nuovo. Il bazar di Khan el-Khalili è un mercato di tendenza, dove perdersi nel labirinto di vicoli e bancarelle. Qui puoi raccogliere una miriade di souvenir che senza dubbio ti ricorderanno del tuo soggiorno al Cairo.E' anche noto per la sua scena gastronomica. La città ha la reputazione di servire una vasta gamma di piatti deliziosi, dallo street food ai ristoranti. I turisti possono assaggiare il cibo tradizionale della città come il Koshari, un delizioso mix di lenticchie, riso e maccheroni, o il Foul, un piatto di fave.

Il Cairo, la città dei mille minareti

Il Cairo è una città sempre in movimento. È un luogo che non significa solo visitare la città, ma anche vivere l'energia della città. Si può rimanere affascinati dalle strade della città, dove è possibile assistere alla vita quotidiana della gente del posto.Uno dei modi migliori per vivere il Cairo è visitare Piazza Tahrir, un centro dove convergono gente del posto e turisti. La piazza è stata l'epicentro della rivoluzione egiziana del 2011 ed è un luogo in cui è possibile ammirare l'atmosfera della città. Il Museo Egizio si trova anche vicino alla piazza e ospita una vasta collezione di antichi manufatti egizi che sicuramente lasceranno a bocca aperta.In conclusione, Il Cairo è una città che offre una moltitudine di cose da vedere e da fare. Dalle strutture antiche agli stabilimenti moderni, il Cairo offre un'esperienza difficile da eguagliare. La cultura diversificata e la ricca storia della città la rendono una destinazione affascinante per i turisti. E' una città di contraddizioni, ma sono le sue contraddizioni a renderlo un luogo unico e memorabile da visitare. Cerchi altre destinazioni in Africa? Fai click sul link. Read the full article

[charlotte-ravenclaw]

[ grafia disordinata e tondeggiante, scrittura frettolosa, con qualche sbavatura. ]

Oggi a lezione abbiamo affrontato i Mollici, mi sono sentita tremendamente stupida, davvero, davanti a tutti poi.

Era una Sfinge, quella creatura che ti fa gli indovinelli e se non sai rispondere sono guai. E se non fossi stata capace di risponderle? E se tutti avessero visto che non sapevo rispondere?

Sono riuscita nell'Incantesimo però. L'ho trasformata in una Sphynx-e. Il professor Darsel ha riso anche lui, significa che son stata brava, no?

E allora perchè non mi ha dato una E?

[bananartista]

Il responso della Sfinge

Il responso della Sfinge

Tecnica mista su carta A3 (29×42 cm)Artwork on sale, write to: info@bananartista.com(Fungente verità polisemantica)

[hello-francigena-here]

This is my fanart of Sphynx and Blind from my favourite book The gray house

[if-one-of-us-falls]

Imagine: Rlain and renarin celebrating chanuka

this called for a drabble and I got carried away :)

The gentle knock at the door right before it creaked open. Tumi’s excited barking followed by Glys’s sleepy yawn as two sets of paws pitter-pattered over in greeting. The cool gust of wind that carried in a lively song, too quiet to hear if you didn’t know to listen for it. Renarin loved the sound of Rlain coming home.

The gentle knock at the door right before it creaked open. Tumi’s excited barking followed by Glys’s sleepy yawn as two sets of paws pitter-pattered over in greeting. The cool gust of wind that carried in a lively song, too quiet to hear if you didn’t know to listen for it. Renarin loved the sound of Rlain coming home. 

Renarin smiled at the familiarity, even though at the moment the sound was muffled under the crackling of hot oil. He was relieved that Rlain made it home in time and didn’t get stuck in traffic. Between Renarin’s family, Bridge Four and the Listeners, they had invitations to keep them busy in almost each one of the eight nights of Hanukkah. But tonight, the first night, was just for them. It was their first holiday living together on their own, and Renarin wanted to make it special. 

“Renarin,” Rlain said to Appreciation, putting down his shopping bags and bending to pet the two excited dogs that ran to greet him. “It smells amazing in here. Please tell me they’re done.” 

“I just fried the first one as a test,” Renarin said over his shoulder, still focused on the large pot of simmering oil in front of him, where a single piece of bubbling golden-brown dough floated to the surface. It did smell wonderful —and Renarin was a very particular judge of smells— but it looked… 

Well, after spending all evening forming the dough into perfectly round, even sized rings and laying them in the tray in neat rows, it was a little disheartening to watch it warping and breaking apart as soon as it hit the oil. 

Renarin felt a touch on his arm, and after a short pause Rlain’s warmth wrapped him from behind. 

“Careful,” Renarin said softly, though he leaned into the hug. “The oil might spit.” 

“That’s very rude,” Rlain murmured. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Renarin sighed. “It’s just… not working. Rock said this recipe would be easy.” 

Renarin fished out the bits of fried dough with his skimmer and put them away on a plate lined with paper towels. Rlain reached for the cupboard over his head and retrieved a jar of sugar, grinning. 

“No!” Renarin said. “Let me get it right first. You don’t have to eat my failed attempts.” 

“Have to?” Rlain sprinkled a generous amount of sugar on the broken up pieces. “You mean I get to taste them before anyone else.” 

Renarin watched as Rlain pinched a piece between his index finger and thumb and waved it a few times to cool it off. Then he popped it in his mouth, closing his eyes.

Renarin fidgeted with his skimmer for a moment, antsy. He’d messed it up. What was he even thinking? He wasn’t nearly as good a cook as Rock. They should have just gotten some store bought sufganiyot, or accepted Aunt Navani’s invitation to come over for latkes, anything but this horrible—

“It’s delicious,” Rlain announced to the rhythm of Joy, his eyes still closed.

“But it’s all crumbly and broken up—” 

“And delicious. Here, try one.” 

Renarin accepted a small sugar-coated piece and took a bite. He wasn’t usually very into sweet or deep fried foods, but Rock had promised him it would be… 

Oh. He understood now the look of bliss on Rlain’s face. As he chewed, warm sweetness exploded in his mouth, somehow both soft and crunchy, doughy and juicy at the same time. It was incredible. He didn’t even care that it burned his tongue. 

“Try another one,” Rlain encouraged him. 

Renarin carefully picked up another ring of dough from the meticulously arrayed line up. He hesitated, then flinched as he dropped it into the pot. He felt like an idiot. There was no way to maintain the clean shapes he had spent so much time creating. 

“It’s kind of beautiful,” Rlain said thoughtfully, peeking into the pot. 

“What are you talking about?” Renarin asked. “The dough loses its shape the moment it sinks into the oil. It’s all warped and twisted.” 

“Well, yes. But see how it opens up like a flower? Each one is unique, creating its own pattern. They aren’t ugly or corrupted. They’re just different.” 

Renarin watched. Really  watched, trying to see what Rlain saw. Rlain could be teasing at times, but Renarin trusted his partner to never lie to him. If Rlain said something was beautiful, he really believed so. 

There was something fascinating about the way the bubbles twisted the dough. The air that was trapped inside blew it up, making it look more like an elastic scrunchie than a stiff ring. This one didn’t break apart, and when Renarin finally fished it out, it was a beautiful golden color, shining with the dripping oil. 

As Renarin dropped more and more of the sfinge into the pot, the kitchen was filled with the mouth-watering sweet smell and Rlain’s cheerful humming. Renarin let himself nod his head to the rhythm as he worked. The small gesture made him feel awkward around others, but next to Rlain it felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

“All ready?” Rlain said, reaching for the plate where Renarin had stacked a small pyramid of sfinge.

 Renarin gently slapped his hand away. “Candles first.” 

“Alright.” Rlain smiled, taking Renarin’s hand and leading him to their menorah that stood on the counter next to the kitchen window. Looking out the window, Renarin spotted a few more lights dotting the windows down the street. Even though it was just the two of them here, he felt a strange kinship to his neighbors that he didn’t usually find in himself. It would be beautiful to watch those lights grow every night. 

 “Should I do it?” Rlain asked, holding up the shamash. “Or do you want to?” 

Renarin put his hand on Rlain’s. “Maybe we can do it together.” 

Rlain grinned. “I’d like that. It’s… different.” 

“Unique,” Renarin smiled back. 

They lit the candle together, singing in prayer and celebration, the rhythms filing their hearts. They devoured sfinge after sfinge until they were too full to continue eating. In the light of the first candles of their independence, they shared a very sweet, very sugary kiss. 

[cyancherub]

Hello! Hope you’re having a wonderful week 😊

Can I ask, what are some of your favorite books??

What inspired you and continues to inspire your writing?

HELLO ! ! ! ! !i am having a great week!! ;--; i hope you are as well!!

THANK U FOR ASKING!!! my favorite book is despair by nabokov. in terms of style he's my favorite prose writer.. love him to death i think his writing is just beautiful. he can also be hilarious (albeit tongue-in-cheek). i've read almost all his books/short stories, and his memoir.

fav poets are baudelaire, rimbaud, ts eliot. baudelaire is my fav writer of all time - his themes resonate with me most.

love shirley jackson as well for spooky stuff; i think she's great at finding horror in the mundane. love anything and everything gothic. love poe of course. lovecraftian themes (rly wish he werent such a bastard) and landscapes: the outlandish, strange, and unknown. all things otherworldly and fantastical in a dark way. love also epics/mythos regardless of origin. folklore, fairy tales, etc (the darker the origin the better, and when it comes to unsanitized versions of fairytales it's usually dark). greek mythology, panthea across cultures. dante's divine comedy comes to mind too.

i am MOST inspired by the themes of the Decadents (namely,, beauty, indulgence, materialism, luxury) PARTICULARLY!!! where these themes intersect with horror - finding beauty in the evil, disgusting, and grotesque (esp as captured by baudelaire. the sensual dealing of the shocking and repulsive). find me where horror and erotica meet and blur together. (to me there's no real delineation between the two. this extends to art as a visual medium also. one of my fav artists is takato yamamoto, eroguro extraordinaire.) anyway what i mean to say is: IF IT ROMANTICIZES THE MACABRE THEN I AM THERE. !!!!!

[eloodora]

In questa notte di fine estate la fragile Sfinge ricorda che il tempo è ormai breve.

E “tutto è niente”

E ogni attimo un regalo

[jewishdainix]

Day three!! This time no video since my phone was out of battery so I had to use my mom's. We did sing מי ימלל in two voices today though. It was super fun!

[stilouniverse]

Sfinge "La costola di Adamo", presentazione

Romanzo di Eugenia Codronchi Argeli pubblicato nel 1918 con lo pseudonimo “Sfinge” oggi edito da Fernandel nella collana “Le oblique” curata da Jessy Simonini, archivista, paleografo, studioso di letterature comparate e in particolare di letteratura delle donne, cui si deve l’interessante Introduzione al romanzo sicuramente precursore di temi moderni e ambientato nella Ravenna della Settimana…

[esticazziblog]

Sfinge del galio

Descrizione

La sfinge del galio è un lepidottero appartenente alla famiglia Sphingidae, diffuso in Eurasia e Nordafrica; è conosciuto anche col nome di fiutola, farfalla sfinge o sfinge colibrì. Wikipedia

Nome scientifico: Macroglossum stellatarum

Specie: M. stellatarum

Famiglia: Sphingidae

Phylum: Arthropoda

Regno: Animalia

Sottordine: Glossata

[sunqueennie]

sfing bonner