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autumns long gone...

roasted nuts - hot and good, nuts - I never liked them,

very hot, echoes the sellers always placed on the autumnal table
in the corners of every town and city, but they give a lot of work

through puffs of hot smoke for a taste and size that

contrasting with the autumn cold... does not compensate a sweet tooth...

pinions - memories of rural fairs dates - North African flavor
of a childhood that no longer exists, which was exotic in the evenings

long strands of appetizing of the time when autumn

dried fruit that we devoured was still autumn on it's way to winter
like there's no tomorrow... rigors that the climate no longer has...

cashews - a salty candy chocolate salami (with a drop of port wine),

already discovered in adulthood, grain azaleas, fried dreams,

vice in the form of fruit, everything to sweeten suppers that seemed
delights of nights on the couch tables of rich people, disguising

covered by polar blankets... that it was of poor people who were treated...