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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I wouldn't want to die (Je voudrais pas crever)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before having known <br>The black mexican dogs <br>Who sleep without dreaming <br>The butt-naked monkeys <br>Gobbling up tropics <br>The silver spiders in <br>Webs riddled with bubbles <br>I wouldn't want to die <br>Not knowing if the moon <br>Behind its fake nickel look <br>Has a sharper side <br>If the sun is cold <br>If the four seasons <br>Are really only four <br>Not having tried <br>To wear a dress <br>On the boulevards <br>Not having peeped <br>Through a sewer peephole <br>Not having put my dick <br>Inside weirdo corners <br>I wouldn't want to end <br>Without experiencing leprosy <br>Or the seven diseases <br>One catches over there <br>Neither the good nor the bad <br>Would cause me some sorrow <br>If if if I knew that <br>I would get it firsthand <br>And there iz also <br>Everything I know <br>Everything I like <br>That I know that I like <br>The green bottom of the sea <br>Where the seaweeds waltz <br>On the rippled sand <br>The burnt grass in June <br>The crackling earth <br>The smell of conifers <br>And the kisses of the one <br>She's this and she's that <br>The belle here she comes <br>My bearcub, Ursula <br>I wouldn't want to die <br>Before having used up <br>Her mouth with my mouth <br>Her body with my hands <br>The rest with my eyes <br>I say no more one should <br>Remain polite <br>I wouldn't want to fade <br>Without someone inventing <br>Eternal roses <br>The two hour day <br>The sea at the mountain <br>The mountain at the sea <br>The end of pain <br>Newspapers in color <br>All children happy <br>And so many other tricks <br>That sleep inside the brains <br>Of genius engineers <br>Of jovial gardeners <br>Of concerned socialists <br>Of urban urbanists <br>And of thoughtful thinkers <br>So many things to see <br>To see and to hear <br>So much time to wait <br>Searching in the dark <br>And me I see the end <br>It swarms and it comes closer <br>With its ugly face <br>And it opens its arms to me <br>Like a cripplety frog <br>I wouldn't want to die <br>No sir no madam <br>Before having tested <br>The taste which torments me <br>The taste which is the strongest <br>I wouldn't want to die <br>Before having tasted <br>The flavour of death...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Boris+Vian">Boris Vian</a><div class=q>
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The black mexican dogs 
Who sleep without dreaming 
The butt-naked monkeys 
Gobbling up tropics 
The silver spiders in 
Webs riddled with bubbles 
I wouldn't want to die 
Not knowing if the moon 
Behind its fake nickel look 
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