I Pay a Visit

Beyond this poetry with soups far apart, Cabbage with snail traces of temptation, "Papana?i" in sweet palace of cheese, "Gumboti" - plum dumplings`nation Scented with cinnamon on their knees Kind of the three musketeers`story - Although we like four- for your glory! Sweet-sour Hungarian-Wallachian`desert. Many of my poems are just like... cabbages! My attempt to add serenity`s smile to all ages: Now and then, you may find a cauliflower With thyme and dill and tarragon`s power. Actually, it's not about art of cooking dreams Of vegan menu, without any sausages-rhymes; Nor hot Brazilian ”saudade”- with tea and ice; Oswald de Andrade's, who is really so nice! As dedicated body and soul to crown Gourmets eating themselves; invisible: In the most post-modern way possible; I pay a visit to great poets of the world: I do not wear a shield and a sharp sword Like in films with pretty ladies and knights Singing "Chavaliers de la table ronde"-twice; But I think I love you all, everyone, everyone!