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day seven boiled egg today all my hopes
were set on a simple boiled egg after
having tried the eggs fried poach
scrambled hard world benedict
in spite of a daily an exhaustive
lingual stimulation that goes from the
fungiform papillae to the circumvallate
in spite of even a tireless curiosity
for exploring complex connections
between my neurons and my taste buds
today all the tests lead me to a
terrible conclusion I have definitely
lost my sense of taste I cannot remember
the taste of an apple of a tomato or of
bread with jam and butter and I come
back to the sweetest moment of my
childhood the flavor of summers at my
grandmother's house and they tried to
remember the smell of that corridor and
family stories come to my mind whispered
in a low voice worried 'less warm
afternoons with cakes bread and butter
and without knowing exactly how I
remember that summer that my uncle frown
the only one in the family that had made
money invited me to spend a month in the
coast of Odawa
he's made it far by working hard I
remember everyone saying that I also
remember that the first time I tried
oysters
I thought they tasted like the sea but I
cannot remember the name of that boy
that could have been anyone or my own
salty flavor and suddenly without notice
the most bitter memory comes into my
mind that rainy night in that hotel
where I don't even want to mention your
name and now I want to forget inside the
memory even though I don't know if
that's even possible but I tried to
anyway and I think it's strange how we
can remember some things and forget
others and how memories and flavours
grouped together on the left side of the
brain and I ask myself if there's a
place real or imaginary where you can
return to find pure and original flavors
and they think that if it does exist I
would like to go there and try new
flavors to keep some and to forget
others
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oh darling please me why
you say and only bad jokes
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Miah when I
they want to know
but John and they
we will forget this night
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you
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