I'm tired of sun, heat and sweat. I want snow, cold. I feel like an evening mist eating chestnuts and drinking moscato. I feel like the leaves of various colors will fall, leaves that fall. I'm tired to see green, green and even green.
I feel like a fish entrée, seafood salad, a pizza with seafood and a portion of profiteroles, thanks. I feel like mozzarella, the cream puffs that only the bakery near my house could do. I feel like sticks of Turin, Parma ham and melon and spaghetti with clams. I'm tired of arroz and feijão of kibi of Habib's, McDonald's and praças de alimentação.
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