Sestina Poem: Cooking Croissant (Video Recording Included)

“When my perfect Croissant comes, I want to bring it to the city of Paris

Rendezvous with a fiery heart in the Christmas snow”

Cooking Croissant

You said you hide your dream in the pillow

I said how could we forget the delusion in the snow

You said we can add a little spice of the past

Would that make you a nice Croissant?

But the life is tasteless unless you have that Strawberry

The one at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris

You said that if I meet you next time, it must be Paris

I said that place is no better than sleeping on my pillow

And what it all comes down to, is that contaminated strawberry

Which ethereal essence used to be as pure as snow

Used to be put on the top of the romantic Croissant

Would that be nice if we retrospect to the past?

Too futile to turn to the past

You said why don’t we just go to Paris

I can have an average class, an ordinary life, and of course, a memorable Croissant

I don’t know how an auspicious life make a person struggle on his pillow

As if he is hopeless and life is full of storm and snow

So you said let go the philosophical nonsense and eat this strawberry

Such a charming bittersweet strawberry

Dragging me into the nostalgia of the past

A place where there isn’t much snow

A place where not much resemble Paris

A place where I can sleep so calmly and profusely on my mom’s pillow

I said that here I concocted and ate up my first Croissant

A wise man once told me, you need to cook heaps of times before making the best Croissant

You said don’t forget to always add the fresh strawberry

I would prefer adding some inspirations from the pillow

Something I have always been doing in the past

When my perfect Croissant comes, I want to bring it to the city of Paris

Rendezvous with a fiery heart in the Christmas snow

Christmas cancels out the coldness but remains the romance of snow

You asked what if I mistakenly bring the wrong Croissant

But the right time and the right place, the city of Paris

I said it is not as mysterious as strawberry

I might tilt at windmills in the past

But now all my dramas are hidden in the pillow

The snow builds up Paris

The Croissant originates from the pillow

Unfortunately, strawberry thrives only in the past