Two twin brothers.
One has got moustaches the other hasn’t, one stammers
the other doesn’t, he speaks very fluently.
One thinks that pastry cream is delicate, marvellous and blonde
as a woman, the other knows poetry, poets, their verses, and
he tells them like someone that hasn’t got another way
One is convinced that “bignoline” are living creatures,
fragile and helpless, the other believes that “bignoline”
are to be sold, otherwise you can’t earn a living.
The pastry shop is their home. A world stuck at 4 a.m., their
world: melt chocolate, puff pastry as light as feather, sponge,
meringue as snow, and Bavarian cream. Everything moves, flies,
dances, and the night threads everywhere.
Two twin brothers that, like Cyrano and Cristiano, arewaiting
for their Rossana. And where can you wait for her, if not
in a pastry shop?
Two brothers confectioners, if they hug they look like an
They smell like sweets and they listen to the radio: music,
a lot of music.
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