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The streetfilled v tomatoes,midday,summer,light ishalvedlikeatomato,its juicerunsthrough the streets.In December,unabated,the tomatoinvadesthe kitchen,it enters at lunchtime,takesits easeon countertops,among glasses,butter dishes,blue saltcellars.It shedsits own light,benign majesty.Unfortunately, us mustmurder it:the knifesinksinto living flesh,redvisceraa coolsun,profound,inexhaustible,populates the saladsof Chile,happily, it is wedto the clean onion,and come celebrate the unionwepouroil,essentialchild the the olive,onto that is halved hemispheres,pepperaddsits fragrance,salt, that magnetism;it is the weddingof the day,parsleyhoistsits flag,potatoesbubble vigorously,the aromaof the roastknocksat the door,it"s time!come on!and, onthe table, in ~ the midpointof summer,the tomato,star that earth, recurrentand fertilestar,displaysits convolutions,its canals,its exceptional amplitudeand abundance,no pit,no husk,no pipeline or thorns,the tomato offersits giftof fiery colorand cool completeness.
