I keep on feeling amazed to realize I can make anything grow.
I have not the spirit of a farmer, since I judge vegetables for their aesthetic shapes only.
I find eggplants incredibly elegant,
I polish their dark violet skin to make then shy,
I enjoy touching they elastic consistence.
Then I slide and grill them and while I eat them with basil and olive oil,
I feel deliciously cruel.

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