Addio tomatoes!
Adio, a favorite!
The sun is setting, for my winter table.
Evenings come again, uneaten salad,
longing and a tear swallowed halfway through ...

Nothing soothes the aforementioned longing for the taste and smell of tomatoes as spaghetti from puree prepared in summer ... which he knew very well Wiesław Michnikowskisinging the song quoted above. Tomatoes in the "bush" version were already the subject of our other session.