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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471348" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jeepney</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From places I scavenge and assemble verve<br>To places where I depreciate with the anthology, <br>The jeepney was an unfettered sailing to ferry me<br>While riding the undaunted wind that winnows<br>The opulence of the foliage of the old nirvana<br>In shunning the places of my incarceration.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was moored on my uncomfortable repose<br>As the wind lathers into the pockmarks of my face<br>From the scars to the viscera to what lies yonder beneath<br>And I sauntered in my mind map without staggering<br>That I savvy this propelling with an ethereal verve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alcohol and conversations could be too cloying <br>But the I suppose it is better than nothing<br>Though I still prefer the latent spaces in time<br>Where I rode the jeepney in the most precious instance<br>Halting in the equinox of late night and early dawn<br>And defying the clockwork's fey steerage, <br>Where I can become ubiquitous in all places like <br>The wind that drove me into the clandestine places<br>Inside the jeepney but all over the scalp<br>Of a weary wandering pounding heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this lapses of life, where I am not participating<br>In the jocund cotillion of vim and vigor<br>But neither alone in the boudoir of squalor, <br>I go closer to the gloaming without burning, <br>Watch the wind alter in prismatic shades, <br>And grow wings for conquering a parade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I am ferried to different timelines<br>With varied proportions and profane frameworks<br>Chasing taillights, watching the darkness erode<br>The city scrapes the sky to divulge my home<br>Not amongst the distant sundered lights<br>But in the latent spaces of time by the window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home is where I belong, home is yawning far-flung<br>For my home is in the lapses of my life, <br>Sauntering past the decadence<br>In a cosmic gypsies' voyage<br>While being present in the absence<br>In the mobility of the jeepney<br>I subsist in the nonexistence.</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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To places where I depreciate with the anthology, 
The jeepney was an unfettered sailing to ferry me
While riding the undaunted wind that winnows
The opulence of the foliage of the old nirvana
In shunning t..."></div>
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