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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471096" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ad Astra Per Aspera</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hiss with the silence if it wouldn't stir, <br>Brave the lion with congealed fear, <br>And you'll figure how the bullets sing<br>Embracing the force without ducking the sting<br>In a rippling dream of kerosene<br>Ignite the flame of the obscene<br>Vista of nakedness dispensed into lewd<br>Vulnerability, though the sentries stood<br>With all the surrealistic smatters<br>Of the reeling picture behind the shutters<br>And the albino leaves of the old sycamore<br>Will pour down its vapid phosphor, <br>While the rustles will swoon over the soul<br>As it engulfed the body in whole<br>Dripping into her supple breasts<br>As the night don its very best<br>Subliminal guise to entice<br>The weary batting of wandering eyes<br>To severe the golden ties, <br>To sever the tethering lies<br>In a shotgun clout more pliant than<br>A dilettante danseuse of the sun<br>Fondling my submission in the painful trance<br>Induced by the garish tempo of the dance<br>Of the lapses in the liminalities<br>When all the lovely bones sing with me<br>The sirens swansong of temporal keys; <br>Slinging mud into the skies<br>To give life to gravid star-cries, <br>And altering the times of the night<br>When we were one in a harried flight.<br>In spite of all the shifting of bridges<br>And all the sifting of the hinges<br>I still weave my web to be amongst<br>The sequestered blood of our long<br>Putrefying trail of gilded yarns <br>Please, take me again into your arms<br>And if this be painful, if this be sad<br>I'll sunder the glory I desire to clad<br>Just to be with you in your island<br>Licked before the isthmus can fortify the sand<br>Into a swarthy road towards the crown<br>Of your place's albino sun<br>And I pledge never to run athwart <br>In the veiled chambers the heart<br>Until there'll be none<br>No famished hope to become<br>The beauty in loins<br>Or the peril in the noise<br>Just one amongst the sludge<br>Giving birth to the remote trudge<br>Towards the star screams <br>Whispering in salient films<br>Hands pointing to the sky<br>Shearing your heaven's eyes<br>Like fences, divulging<br>Vulnerability, toppling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Brave the lion with congealed fear, 
And you'll figure how the bullets sing
Embracing the force without ducking the sting
In a rippling dream of kerosene
Ignite the flame of the obscene
Vista of nakednes..."></div>
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