<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471676" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vanguard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even the tortoise <br>Carries its own citadel, <br>The babel of voices<br>Can collapse to total silence, <br>And the song of sparrows<br>Don't they mean anything? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cigarette suspended in your lips<br>And the lisping of your eyes<br>The city's sentry of lights<br>Or the heart's cacophonous rhythm; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you smell the stench of fear<br>One thousand stride away from your reach<br>But surreptitiously stockpiling bricks<br>Old as your flesh of stone<br>In the threadbare defense of heart? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aren't we desperate with hunger? <br>Aren't we thirsty for safety and bliss? <br>What artillery can you yield<br>Against the famished hunters? <br>What armada can defeat<br>The enemy inside our holes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like an obstinate beetle<br>I wore an armour of a ruse<br>Deluding the melanin of the night<br>But underhandedly flickering iridescence<br>I dug a hole to the ground -<br>A grave for all the merciless struggling<br>The silence of the shadow was my roar<br>And this defense is my leonine grace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in this savage platoon of truth<br>There's no chance to dodge the bullets<br>Unless you immolate yourself<br>Before the superfluity of fingers<br>And it takes courage to be unafraid.</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=471676" data-title="Vanguard de Norman Santos" data-description="Even the tortoise Carries its own citadel, The babel of voices Can collapse to total silence, And the song of sparrows Don't they mean anything? The cigarette suspended in your lips And the lisping of your eyes The city's sentry of lights Or ..."></div> </div> </div>

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