EXPLANATORY RECIPE FOR A COOKING POEM
The last scream was a shout in silence
which the cooks would not have heard
they were serving the flavours of spices and peppers
that they were shaking the pieces at random.
The kitchen was their last refuge
the last stop in that trip
while the soup was boiling among waters and colours
the celery and the tomatoe looked at each other.
Nobody took into account the possible suffering
of the chopped garlic cooked in oil
nor the horrible torture of the innocent onion
which was being chopped into rings.
No surely, are saying these sad cooks
fire is deadly and the air is serene
through these sincere and simple hands
the final destiny of the species goes
Don't complain nor accuse in vain
we are only fulfilling the sad role
nobody hates that individual garlic
it's only the force obligation of duty.
The last scream was a shout in silence
which the cooks would not have heard
they were serving the flavours of spices and peppers
that they were shaking the pieces at random.
The kitchen was their last refuge
the last stop in that trip
while the soup was boiling among waters and colours
the celery and the tomatoe looked at each other.
Nobody took into account the possible suffering
of the chopped garlic cooked in oil
nor the horrible torture of the innocent onion
which was being chopped into rings.
No surely, are saying these sad cooks
fire is deadly and the air is serene
through these sincere and simple hands
the final destiny of the species goes
Don't complain nor accuse in vain
we are only fulfilling the sad role
nobody hates that individual garlic
it's only the force obligation of duty.
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