2018.10.29.
Addio, tomatoes
August has passed, September has passed, it's October again and this AutumnHas spreaded the hazy veil of melancholy.
I don't miss the summer days, roses, wild strawberries, and skylarks
But one, the only thing, I do miss.
Addio, tomatoes, addio the favorites,
Suns setting behind my winter table.
The evenings are coming again of salad I shall not eat,
Of overwhelming longing, and tears half-swallowed.
So what, that I'll eat soups and tomato preserves,
When I still reminisce your pulp so fresh
And rich in vitamins.
Addio, tomatoes, addio the lost,
Throughout the long, fateful months I shall smell your scent.
Yes, there was a girl, and a cobweb of love,
That entwined a shivering two-flower of our bodies.
A throe of treason took the girl and she took the tomatoes,
The last ones that I hid from her.
Addio, tomatoes, addio the favorites,
Suns setting behind my winter table.
The evenings are coming again of salad I shall not eat,
Of overwhelming longing, and tears half-swallowed.
So what, that I'll eat soups and tomato preserves,
When I still reminisce your pulp so fresh
And rich in vitamins.
Addio, tomatoes, addio the lost,
Throughout the long, fateful months I shall smell your scent.