Metaphysics of Cows I love the tranquility of cows their concentration as they chew grass. I love their philosophical stains, their religious eyes, I love their tireless taste for grazing in the memory or the metaphysics of Buddha. I love cows when they meditate on a chess board, but even more when they walk to the dimension of my existence and say: " Wake up, milk is served ”. Cook and Insect (ultimate dialogue) An extractor, forks, a dirty kitchen and all the filth of a country in ten sugar tablespoons. I can still perceive my blindness collapsed at the frontier. We have been together for so long -from the fire of the stove to the corner of the waste-, that this culinary operation griddle goes crazy over too much of our gazes. ...