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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memories of Eighty-Five</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. ‘A macramé plant hangs close to her bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A macramé plant hangs close to her bed<br>on the eiderdown she lays stretched out, <br>at times as in deep thought or prayer<br>when the swimming pool draws you through the window<br>with dull blue water covering it, <br>inside lays burned brown a sun goddess<br>and her eyes swallow me alive<br>when she understands, knows me for whom I am, <br>loving me with passion from the start, <br>loving me through light and darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. The summer sun hangs white and hot over the sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The summer sun hangs white and hot over the sea, <br>the sand is white and soft where the sea washes out<br>her smile and conversations carries me off<br>when I am caught in her beauty<br>and later the water is lovely cool<br>before a big wave knocks off her bikini top, <br>I have got to hurry to the beach<br>to get her a big towel, <br>later it’s a big joke for us both, <br>far too quickly summer sweeps past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. At sunrise we drive past Chapman’s peak</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At sunrise we drive past Chapman’s peak, <br>along the sea on a twisting road<br>and she’s very much in love with me, <br>far away a ship is only a small dot<br>and her smile and her face sparkles<br>when we stop to look at nature, <br>with her light blue blouse clinging tight fitting on to her<br>and I kiss her above the emerald sea, <br>holding her for moments tightly against me, <br>and she enchants my heart, are doing things to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. At Hout Bay we sail out of the harbour</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Hout Bay we sail out of the harbour<br>and the wind is blowing her auburn hair around, <br>the sea lays stretched out from the boat, <br>on rocks an otter snorts like a dog, <br>others swarm wild around him, <br>when the boat rocks to and fro we get nauseas, <br>wish for the trip to be over, <br>see a big shark circling, <br>are happy when we are sailing away, <br>with the small boat dropping us at the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. In Kirstenbosh we were really lost<br> <br>In Kirstenbosh we were really lost, <br>still I wonder about her gleaming lips, <br>her green-brown eyes descending into my heart, <br>feelings creeping deeper into me, <br>that is still living as a spectre, <br>as if forever she is part of me, <br>I am not really able to free me from her, <br>she still calls me unexpectedly, <br>I do not want it to end<br>and forever I am yearning for her.</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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A macramé plant hangs close to her bed
on the eiderdown she lays stretched out, 
at times as in deep thought or prayer
when the swimming pool draws you through the window
with dull blue water coverin..."></div>
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