Mozzarella Kid. A poem
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The sweetness of the milk
lures the kid since little age.
The baby buffalo stays close
to the warmest of chests.
Breasts of sugary whiteness
feed him and the peasant well,
until out of some caprice,
it is bound to wicked ends:
To please glamour on a table
down a town of human fables
in the isle of Capri.
Or, perhaps, across the sea,
watery mouths rejoice
at the handcrafted moist
of the white round slices,
soaked in egocentric zests.
Do the ferments that remind us
of the cryin’ of child’s deprive
make for sure a better choice
than the butcher’s feast?
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Poema que podría tomarse como de tono "gastronómico", pero que, además de su presencia musical y compositiva, y sugerentes imágenes, muestra el otro lado del tema: sus consecuencias en las vidas. Saludos.