Return to the touch and go between Camogli and San Rocco with a haul of orange and mandarin, sage, rosemary and some clump of violets. Precious and collected with my hands, knows rain, sun and sea uncertain. The divide, adding a touch of focaccia di Recco, and the return shall deliver a part in the Socia, who barter with freshly baked wheat bread, homemade jams and jellies bought for me at the Boqueria in Barcelona.
How beautiful and powerful the gift of food, which means I want you to live. And plunge his fingers in his face and leaves the bag of bread, thinking that this food will not only know the source, but also the address.
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