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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How slowly the days creep by [1]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe for a time I have been dead<br>and are living in someone else’s dream<br>or illness paranoia in this silent existence, <br>where I cannot any more make love or find it<br>as if I am already in the realm of death<br>and too slowly time continues to creep by<br>as if every thing has come to a deadly halt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To nowhere I can turn<br>and daily I am wondering<br>about the reason of my existence<br>and the purpose of everything <br>and nowhere there is hope<br>that can let the darkness around me<br>pass a little quicker<br>while I am haunted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or maybe there are gods that are voluptuous, <br>that have got to beg nymphs <br>for their sexual favours<br>while I am lost in my madness<br>and do not write great words anymore<br>and they are now visiting other places<br>rather than my poems<br>as if something in me, maybe something intangible<br>wards them off from me and are refusing them<br>and they echo their mighty words<br>out at other places</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and their roaring and jollification resounds around me<br>while they have pleasure and are enjoying themselves<br>to which I can only yearn<br>and in this hell I have to stay shackled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now lock your hands around me<br>as if nothing can every loosen them<br>and let your lips find mine<br>and bind us in sensual passion<br>that when death’s fingers grab for me<br>I for a last time<br>hear your heart beat<br>and you surround me for a last time lovingly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Wie langsam kriechet sie dahin by Heinrich Heine.]</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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