A smell
days ago in our kitchen
same to what I welcomed
child in the kitchen of her grandmother.
not think I can still hear
smell that I liked so much.
in that house as a child, I was fine.
There, I gained the love of books
for geometries of cigarette smoke
that the grandfather was old and tasted good
English in the warmth of his studio.
And how many days and years I dreamed
odors on the grandparents' house!
My grandfather smoked cigarettes bad
and was surrounded by tons of old books
yet in his study
British colony ruled by a scent of jasmine and dried.
And the smell of cigarettes seemed an amalgam
in the warm smell of winter afternoons. A smell
days ago
in our Cunin
took me back
while thinking amalgam
enlightens future
colony of English and jasmine.
of Amantea
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