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Geremia
Geremia
Apr 23, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

ITALIAN BREAD

ITALIAN BREAD

I want to live above

An Italian bakery

Somewhere in New York City

Taste the smells

Of

 Italian bread

The way they make it

In Campobasso, Naples and

Sicily

My heart aches

When I think

Of

Fresh baked cannolli

Pizza rustica at Easter time

Almond toast in the morning

Lemon ice

On hot summer  nights

Saint Joseph’s cakes

On March nineteenth

Honey cakes

When Christmas comes

Cookies with anisette

Cheese cake with

Chocolate chips and Ricotta cheese

Candied fruits red, yellow and green

Hot pepper biscotti that make you sneeze

Frisini with olive oil

 

I want to live above

An Italian bakery

Somewhere in New York Ciity

Back where I began

Taste the smells

Of Italian bread

Again

 

— Geremia, Apr 23, 2010

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pamela

16 years 1 month ago

heavenly

Dear L., I love this poem, and the flow was wonderful. I gained weight just reading it. My Mom is Italian and I loved it when she made bread the whole house smelled so good. P.
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shirley harrison

16 years 1 month ago

Lovely

You have made me feel realy hungry, i live and work in chianti tuscany, however i also work on ischia, an island off of Naples and i agree the smell of anything italian drives me mad! lovely poem. shirley harison
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Bread… the staff of life.

Bread... the staff of life. MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm. No wonder it's a metaphor for just about anything under the Tuscany sun. Smile. ~Am Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase 'each other' doesn't make any sense. --Rumi
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 1 month ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaT’will

J.B. Longo-Geremia T'will be a pleasure My dear friend A buddy to you to be Friendhip I measure A great treasure There is a new beginning To Every end... Joe
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 1 month ago

Having just eaten a freshly ground pesto

Ann of Norway Having just eaten a freshly ground pesto with the fresh ingredients and 'smacked my lips ' with the extreme pleasure it gave me, I think of this, your poem about Italian food. You are right Longobardolino, all the 'Haut Cuisine' of Europe was based on the Italian Mamma's kitchen, it is she who lovingly created the food for her family with the wonderful fresh products of the land around her, and who was the instigator of today's food of the best of the best in quality; every other nation learning from them, even the French sh!!!!!! Annuccia.
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ChoirBoy2323

16 years 1 month ago

Nice

I also love Italian bread. Whenever I go to Sweetbay there is a stand where it says, " Get it while it's hot!!" I love it.
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magics02

16 years 1 month ago

Oh those bakeries!!!

From reading this one and oh those memories of New York and yes the fresh Italian bakeries we would go on, I have never yet to this day smelled any bakery here or anywhere like up home. I really really liked this one Longo dear, and I can see my grandma making the bread and dunking it into her sauce. Brang back many a great memories here and still to this day we still enjoy all these good foods you wrote about. Magnifico my Longo Love Mona xoxoxo TIME well spent is TIME well lived
Geremia

Geremia

16 years 1 month ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaAnd how I

J.B. Longo-Geremia And how I miss them--but more importantly the large , long table we all sat around for hours! Mi fa venire 'na malinconia....
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magics02

16 years 1 month ago

Yes Yes I miss too

Longo you bring to my mind all the loving memories of my grandmother and my grandmother them singing in Italian. I just sent you a video utube on the Sleep Wings poem you did. I hope you have some speakers to hear it. Just beautiful. enjoy Amore xoxoxo Mona TIME well spent is TIME well lived