<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Facing The Door (Life Poem)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is life and love, pain and pleasure, <br>Ten years traversing those steps, <br>Tired waitress, twelve hours hell, <br>I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too-jolly Australians on a budget, <br>Eating soup and dessert, are missing, <br>The pasta, the best part, it seems, <br>I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miscreant male constantly corralled, <br>By his Austrian authoritarian aunt, <br>Filling her face with a pasta mountain, <br>I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New lovers lost in each other’s eyes, <br>Carpaccio di salmon slices sharp cold, <br>Their Gaja Barbaresco lust blood red, <br>I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old lovers holding hands in silence, <br>Pasta warm feelings of Taglioni Fratelli, <br>This Chianti Classico two will soon be one, <br>I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Married couple, on different planes, <br>Broadcast to their neighbours the plans, <br>Of loveless friends in lifelong bondage, <br>I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meal memories of two and more, <br>Of friends and family, work and play, <br>Life and love and unforgettable moments, <br>I am facing the door in Fratelli’s</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ian+Beckett">Ian Beckett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410581" data-title="Facing The Door (Life Poem) de Ian Beckett" data-description="Here is life and love, pain and pleasure, Ten years traversing those steps, Tired waitress, twelve hours hell, I am facing the door in Fratelli’s. Too-jolly Australians on a budget, Eating soup and dessert, are missing, The pasta, the best..."></div> </div> </div>

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