Just this
of intense foreboding
Neither the king of any near or distant kingdom, nor the most powerful and pretentious ruler of the world, nor the man full of petro-dollars that you can imagine, will taste this strawberry, just this one, the one of the clean look and the elegant pose on her pillow of leaves, the one of the Sunday color and flavour of intense foreboding. Because this strawberry, just this, is born in my house.
Montserrat Cornelles