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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Et Memoria</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come and walk through my life today<br>while we remember our yesterdays, <br>a new day is unfolding for us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and leave an impression of you, <br>painted against the canvas of my thoughts<br>because every new tomorrow<br>is born from our yesterdays</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you stay part of me, even though<br>everything between us is past, <br>I see you in the sparkle of the sun, <br>the dew that are sparkling on leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now I realize, that love<br>in every moment of remembering<br>starts new again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and how slowly I still stretch out moments<br>that is already past<br>as if it’s always part of my humanity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but I am aware<br>that our relationship is far past being dead, <br>that tonight<br>you will find heat with someone else<br>as if I am only<br>part of a quenched flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Reference: Et Memoria by Japie S. Strydom: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Come walk tonight<br>  through my tomorrow, <br>  and page with me through my dreams, <br>draw your body here<br> in my soft covered book, <br>since our today is born in yesterdays and tomorrows: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are a flash of the sun, <br> the early morning dew; <br> summer dreams on a late afternoon, <br> an early spring morning–</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tonight I know, <br> that the days of our lives (love?) , <br>  again, <br> starts in every remembrance: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how slowly I weaved you <br>and carried you down <br>– into the cocoon of yesterdays and tomorrows<br> in remembrance of drawn out longing<br>to the wool blanket of my conscience.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tonight I know<br> that your feet <br>unaccustomed to the strangeness -<br>  will separate from me coldly shy.” (My English translation.) ]<br>4</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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while we remember our yesterdays, 
a new day is unfolding for us

and leave an impression of you, 
painted against the canvas of my thoughts
because every new tomorrow
is born from our yesterdays

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