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Let’s gather around the fire

and tell some stories.

Why peeling onions

can make you cry?

I prepare the flour

kneading it to the dough,

will I put more salt and pepper?

 

Pick a clove of garlic.

Crush it with mortar and pestle.

Squeeze a lemon juice.

Beat the egg. Don’t forget the yolk.

Drizzle olive oil in a sauce pan,

just a low fire to warm

the happiness of a woman.

 

It’s in the symphony of knives

slicing on the chopping board.

Hear the distinct chink of china.

See the glimmer of the glass.

It’s in the gentle whisk of the soup ladle

stirring and  swirling shapes in the smoke-

simmering smell, sweating images

salivating over ambrosia.

 

Heaven is the reach of your man’s stomach,

like passionate mouths of the gods

waiting to be satisfied and to be filled.

From the nook of your kitchen-

seducing a man of the food romance,

a table prepared for tonight.

Peppered and sprinkled in herbs

and spices to awaken Aphrodite’s appetite.

 

Taste, they say-

is a recipe for love.

Are you reading me?

 

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His muffled voice breaks

the long stretches of silence

while his hand guided

young and untrained hands

practicing calligraphy.

 

Watchful and demanding precision

of copied texts exacting translation.

As he unbuckles the leathery tome

of secrets in a wooden chest.

Tradition, theology and religion.

Diaries, recipes, scientific notations.

 

Inventories, census, receipts.

Readings of narratives and poetry,

astrology, proverbs and magic spells.

The volumes of letters, last wills,

songs and words of blessings.

 

Spending hours and hours sitting

among the piles of pages digging

for clues and answers to mysteries.

The labyrinth of a culture. A treasure.

Each of the fragile pages a wealth

weightier than silver and the gold.

 

Piecing each fragment in a mosaic

mapping an ancient civilization

long forgotten. He believed, it was

here  in his hands lies the fiber, sinew

and muscle of generations of man-

the society is ought to remember.

 

So he became a warrior, obsessed

with the written word wielding

weapons of passion and wisdom.

With his small army of juvenile scholars

continuing an unpopular legacy.

 

Waging the classic battle against time,

earth bugs, heat, rot and decay

slowly finding its way like marauders

pillaging the essence of our humanity

into oblivion and brink of extinction.

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