<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450211" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Box</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brain inside the box, landscapes of maps, <br> where needless like a compass, stitch the way, <br>cleaver, but not as often wiser, <br>like grain of sand, no much important, at the blowing wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hunt by nature, ice and dry, shaping our life<br>Survivor in this mud, where silence flies emerges.<br>The ancestor corps <br>Time and age, the gods we pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The primordial silence, now awake<br>Thunder staring, mountain boiling, <br>and the valley harvest, grain and maize, <br>at the cloud shadowing skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the man called it paradise.<br>And so the city wall, arise<br>inside our mind. <br>Dwell in temples, manmade, <br>for gods to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just another dream, inside the box, <br>pouring tears, made for last.<br>Billion's years, <br>and then disappears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Emptiness, is to be fill. <br>Of dreams made real<br> by the man's eyes, by the soul light.<br>The gift that god gave to us<br> the story of our life's<br>the faith and the fight<br>the empty box of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To be fill....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Luca+Menin">Luca Menin</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=450211" data-title="The Box de Luca Menin" data-description="The brain inside the box, landscapes of maps, where needless like a compass, stitch the way, cleaver, but not as often wiser, like grain of sand, no much important, at the blowing wind. Hunt by nature, ice and dry, shaping our life Survivor i..."></div> </div> </div>

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