<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471153" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bridges (For Charlie)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood like a searing sun<br>With jaws clenched<br>Fighting the trepidation<br>As I watch you loom<br>On the other end<br>Of a bridge<br>Bleared behind the mist<br>But it's now all<br>A tacit memory<br>In the bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now, we<br>Let ourselves be cradled<br>By the svelte arms<br>Of the bridge we built<br>Making the smog<br>From our cigs<br>And the dense blur<br>Of the abject slurs<br>Which was pristine<br>In my own context</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the reflection<br>Behind the blur<br>Only you are more<br>Perceived and understood<br>With your opalescent skin<br>And smoldering fire<br>But please<br>Do not depart<br>This bridge<br>For it will quake<br>Out of keel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pavement bellows<br>My name, <br>And my cranium shrills<br>To be detonated<br>The heart could not help<br>For it had gone<br>Without a memo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Charlie, when the vying<br>Is over and done<br>The smokescreen <br>Will digress and reveal<br>Either a recuperated soul<br>With more tragedies<br>To be resuscitated<br>In a squirming bridge, <br>Or a lambasted<br>Dead body<br>With or without<br>An inclement soul, <br>Cliff hanging<br>On a bridge<br>Hoping, inexorably, <br>To be saved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How? <br>I do not know, <br>Charlie, I do not know.</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> <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=471153" data-title="Bridges (For Charlie) de Norman Santos" data-description="I stood like a searing sun With jaws clenched Fighting the trepidation As I watch you loom On the other end Of a bridge Bleared behind the mist But it's now all A tacit memory In the bloom. For now, we Let ourselves be cradled By the svelte arms ..."></div> </div> </div>

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