segunda-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2009

1972 Nature speaks

1972 Nature speaks
After a long drought carved its ugliness into our souls soil, a storm swallowed up our entire grass roof, erased the bridge which linked us to the world and washed away the manure we had sprayed on the rice field to be.

Happiness as gustative joy
Mom cooked blue sweet potatoes, sugarcane half-meter pieces and small tender manioc roots on hot ashes. The fragrance of such exquisite cuisine covers the whole valley and all creatures gather together for the agape feast. Besides this, mother prepared green mangoes marmalade and pumpkin pieces preserves seasoned with cinnamon and clove.
The smell of this mixture became, since then, the smell of happiness to me.

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