<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unfinished requiem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bird is flying, <br>But I see only the flight in itself, <br>The movement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I close my eyes and I can touch it, <br>I close my eyes and I can feel it.<br>The sound of motion hurts my ear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a movement in itself, <br>And inside of me, <br>It is like a scream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone shoots<br>The wing of the bird, <br>And I feel the movement of the air, <br>Generated by the falling bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I understand, in a second, <br> My love for you.<br> It is a relic of a feeling, <br>Slipped into that place from where the white bird<br>Collapsed, <br>Like the soul from the moment to eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My thinking with your name on it <br>Remains, seemingly, attached to that place, <br>As a red stain on the blue sky, <br>Which needs to become white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between the eyelids, <br>Only pain can be continuously crushed <br>And transformed into tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Between the saints, <br> Only God gathers perfect feelings, <br> Our feelings, <br> That makes us capable to reach Him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marieta+Maglas">Marieta Maglas</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=454222" data-title="Unfinished requiem de Marieta Maglas" data-description="A bird is flying, But I see only the flight in itself, The movement. I close my eyes and I can touch it, I close my eyes and I can feel it. The sound of motion hurts my ear. It is a movement in itself, And inside of me, It is like a scream..."></div> </div> </div>

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