Poem for a day at the buffet restaurant

Decision are easy
When survival is the target.
No influence or guidelines
No protocol to follow
No power pressure is allowed
When I set myself up for healthy nutrition.
I know what’s best
The body knows best
Evolution taught what is best.
We are machines optimised to survive
And fill up with nutrients.

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Chemical dinner

Carbon bond fed me today

In the shape of jolly meat and rich starch.

Chemistry had always given me a bad smile

But today made my stomach happy.

Energy, molecules,enthalpy,

It all makes sense now.

Exaggerate

The screen and the chair

Assist silent to my chocolate picking.

One by one they instill

comfort and wisdom,

Diluting the stress of chasing deadlines.

My pocket is empty

Mu pocket is full

But nobody must know.

Everything small comes with me

And chocolate, candies and notes

Arrange in a new tribe.

The lab is food-free,

A condition incompatible with life.

The lab feeds your mind,

But who feeds your belly?

The Hunger of knowledge

Turns into Hunger of carbon.

Protein army

To which protein

I owe my day?

To the social that makes me breath?

To the tiny that shuttle energy?

Or to the millions outside my body?

Many and unique,

Little soldiers with limited life and a focused target,

Proteins give me everyday

That molecular food

I cannot find on my table.

Fries ode

Tent and steaming,
Golden like the sun,
Fries condense joy of life and child-like behaviours.
Fingers are sticky,
oily stains on my dress,
And a bunch of fries
Like wedding bouquet
in my hands.

Spaghetti drug

Spaghetti at the end of the adventure
In the evening of a Friday
With a bitter taste.
Sneaky but friendly
The pasta wraps me and my doubts
While the future holds a secret.

Joy Friday

Wine is in my hands
On a Friday with rain
And my heart jumps of joy.
Love and company,
Foods and future,
Plans and relaxation,
Joy is when the opposites meet.

Carrot dance

Carrots dance on the window sill
Watching my spaghetti getting dressed
For the party.
I touch and feel
The richness and roughness of the pasta
That brings sun into my home.

Food hunt

I am starving today
For those warm afternoons running in the fields
And those silent evenings reflecting on a book.
Food for the avid mind
And food for the temperamental belly
Do not overlap
And are complementary.

In Line with friends

I fit my point like I fit my best friends
Connected by a line
Made of interests and good food.
One after the other
They enrich and trace the days
Otherwise white and smooth
Like a sheet of paper.

Foody storm

Apparent control
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.