<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To me you are</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are the woman<br>that walks up and down<br>at the traffic light<br>and smiles almost shy, <br>when I look up<br>and still give a view<br>of her breasts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are<br>the hunger and pain, <br>that I hear in the voices<br>of children in back streets<br>where they loose all courage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are<br>the crippled gum sniffing children, <br>that swing walk<br>with eyes without hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are the vagrant, <br>that struggles along shuffling<br>and worries about the next<br>sleeping place and food<br>and smile without teeth<br>when he gets a few coins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are the beggar<br>who stands unobserved<br>at a busy traffic light, <br>while cars are streaming past<br>where nobody knows or comprehends<br>his despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are the drug dealers<br>who hangs out in clubs<br>and look whom they can still catch, <br>with their contaminating<br>deadly poison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are the street thug, <br>that brakes car windows with bricks<br>and steal the valuables of people<br>and sell it at only a Rand or two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me you are the criminal<br>that steals cars in the streets<br>and are happy <br>with the despair, <br>that he is dealing out unscrupulous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In reality you are the big city<br>that gives and takes, <br>where people live like termites<br>past each other<br>and rowed in, <br>as if others do not exist</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To rather stay far away from it all<br>and to get rest and peace there<br>at times wants to take predominance, <br>but I love you<br>like a husband does his wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In you is where <br>some people still build dreams<br>and wish and live<br>and have an own place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In you I see children<br>giving bread to birds<br>and people, <br>giving money to car guards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In you are places<br>where people are making a living<br>and really help each other<br>and still I believe, <br>that in places in you<br>there are more good than evil.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399945" data-title="To me you are de Gert Strydom" data-description="To me you are the woman that walks up and down at the traffic light and smiles almost shy, when I look up and still give a view of her breasts To me you are the hunger and pain, that I hear in the voices of children in back streets where they l..."></div> </div> </div>

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