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Is it odd?
Is it odd?
It may sound as a short story but, thru my mind, it goes on like a pretty long movie.
Often, when I wake up –in the early morning or late at night- and fail to find you there saying good morning (or good evening) to me, I feel somewhat sad … unhappy.
I drink so much coffee to get rid of the hangover and I open the window to see how cars (i.e. people ) running like wild animals in a jungle.
The view makes me wonder if we really had descended from apes.
But, do you know what I do when I feel so blue?
I play a nice music so loud and go to my kitchen.
(I have learned cocking as a necessity babe. You see, I was a foreign student going to school in a foreign country in a heterogeneous environment, so I had the opportunity to interact with international humans and, naturally, there were the chance to learn beyond the University curriculum dear. This is how I learned how to cook, to drink and to think babe). It's a long story babe but I know how to make long stories short.
In my kitchen I feel like Hercules. I can manipulate everything and nothing can raise its voice against me.
And to put it in a nicer and realistic way, me and my kitchen feel like friends. So when I feel the need to express myself, I come to me kitchen In order to practice my skills in mixing ingredients and spices in the right percentages so that I may make a pretty dish. Cocking is an art, it is not …. (When am I going to get the chance to teach you ladies how to cock food right … not like the way you cocked my heart)
Anyways , after I get done cocking, I just smell the outcome.
I don't eat it! I just smell it
(suddenly, sometimes, without a good reason, I lose my appetite)
Then I go to bed
So satisfied of what I have done.
Is this odd
