<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Honestly Speaking My Dear</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you have a sharp knife with you<br>so i will keep a little distance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">poor innocent onions, lousy green tomatoes, <br>foul garlic chopped into microscopic<br>pieces, and a frying pan overheated like a bull<br>fuming with smoke from the oil</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is that temperature honey? <br>oh, you are angry again to the world<br>of work, you are bored to the law<br>of routine, you are at it again in your<br>atlantic ocean of sighs and mysterious<br>turbulent ways, surge and upsurge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I do not ask for reasons. <br>I let you boil up like water inside<br>that kettle that sings the songs<br>of madness, a warning that all <br>must shut up or be stabbed with<br>your unexplainable silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nothing sunny side up, everything<br>hard boiled with the black soot of<br>sulfur settling at the bottom of the egg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">honestly speaking, i do not mind at all.<br>it is at the time when you are so angry<br>that you become so silent, <br>and i like it that way. I can think some more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deeper and probing. Perhaps, i shall<br>soon find the answer in the hot oil overheated<br>inside that frying pan.<br> No one wants to be fried alive, <br> you know that well enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=488722" data-title="Honestly Speaking My Dear de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="you have a sharp knife with you so i will keep a little distance poor innocent onions, lousy green tomatoes, foul garlic chopped into microscopic pieces, and a frying pan overheated like a bull fuming with smoke from the oil what is that temper..."></div> </div> </div>

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