There was Plato talking about an apple, which was made up of two parts and one completed the other. Apparently it is not the only edible thing that can be compared to a kind of complementarity of love.
Take Maria and Luigi. Get their pasta. See how it was born, when they both spent nights watching it dry to find the right moment, the breaking point, quantify the exact time to reach the perfect consistency. See how it is done early every morning by the skilled hands of Mary; as if she were combing her hair, she observes and caresses those freshly ironed noodles that slip wrinkled between her hands. See how Luigi talks about it, how their dream was born and how together they made it come true, how she makes a thousand boxes of them that reach, requested and admired, every part of the world, and how he promotes them and thinks about their image , telling its story so that everyone knows the project, bringing the genuine flavors of their land to the table. See how they smile together indulging in the camera, and joking with each other in a complicity as luminous as the yellow of that pasta born and raised in a small basement. After all, even the Beatles started like this..
See the name, La Pasta di Aldo. Aldo, who is Aldo?
It is the crasis, the union. Al-zafoot Maria and Do-nnari Luigi.
Even in the name, the apple.
Once upon a time there was Plato who talked about an apple which consisted of two halves, one being the complement of the other. It seems that this is not the only edible thing that can be liked to a sort of complement of love.
Take Maria and Luigi. Take their pasta. See how it comes to life as together they spend night after night watching it dry until they find the right moment, the breaking point, judging the exact time for it to reach perfect consistency. See how it's made early every morning with Maria's wise caress the tagliatelle as soon as it is stretched as it slides wrinkly through her hands. See how Luigi talks about it, about their dream was born and about how together they made it come true. How they make a thousand boxes, for orders and admirers, which reach all parts of the world and how he promotes it and thinks of its image, recounting the story as everyone is aware of the project – to bring genuine tastes from the land to the table. See how they smile together for the camera, joking with each other in complicity as bright as he color of the pasta, created and developed in a small basement. On the other hand, even the Beatles began like this.
Look at the name, Aldo's pasta. Aldo, who is Aldo?
It is the crux, the union. Al-zafoot Maria and Do-nnari Luigi.
Even in the name, the apple.