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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spring afternoon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spring morning – well, <br>I only need to say the words? <br>I’ll picture mine, you picture yours –<br>champagne bubbling in the blood and in the mind, <br>hopes and possibilities flooding freshly in..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but a spring mid-afternoon… like today, like now: <br>a subtle balance of the elements; <br>the sunlight bathes the room, but gently, <br>with its promise; yet, <br>there’s a timeless peace with it<br>that’s like a life surveyed; yet<br>free of thought, of comparison, or of regret: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the six loved paintings that adorn the walls<br>bought for a song, when art was like a song –<br>they love the gentle sunlight, and it in turn loves them; <br>five artists painting their sunlit peace, their happiness; <br>(two very different ones from the man<br>who lives so humbly halfway up<br>the mountain hills he rambles every day): <br>three oils; one gouache; one watercolour; and one pastel; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they all but two have clouds in them<br>as they’re all landscapes; <br>one that hasn’t, has a haze as if<br>the painter’s painting the summer wind, in those high hills..<br>the other is a cloudless morning’s peace, <br>the bend of a river in mid-France; <br>the river…it cannot be, just painted oil? <br>it’s water seen as by a pure clear soul…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the clouds – caught in an impossibility of time, <br>play out an endless drama of the elements; <br>timeless in the peace of, now, a slightly later<br>springtime afternoon; almost with a touch...<br>but how could perfection ever regret<br>its own departure?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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I only need to say the words? 
I’ll picture mine, you picture yours –
champagne bubbling in the blood and in the mind, 
hopes and possibilities flooding freshly in..

but a spring mid-afternoon… like today, like n..."></div>
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