Oh, noble green cucumber,fresh dweller of the garden,you who grow in silencewithout asking for a single honor. Crisp as the summer breeze,calm as the water in the brook,you are the hero of every saladand the comfort of every snail. Beloved…
By the edge of the sea, where the waves arrive already tired, live the Withered Langoustine and the Sorrowful Clam. She is sad because he is withered. And he is withered because she is sad. And so it goes. Sometimes…
Not every treasure shines. Some treasures age. Not every miracle comes down from heaven. Some arrive in the shape of a wheel. Some people seek happiness. Some seek glory. And some, in silence, grate Parmigiano Reggiano over a plate of…
