<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=474036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Flick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Flick </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The blond girl had turned her back to the beach<br>head in hand her guitar flung aside, I think she <br>was crying. A man walked his dog another one<br>jogged, birds in V shape flew towards the eye of <br>the twilight; and no scientist saw the weeping girl.<br>Night, on a strand of sand that faced the mighty<br>Pacific Ocean I so often had crossed on my way <br>to the land of the setting sun. A girl alone and me <br>on a beach of forget us not, I walked over to tell <br>her go home; the girl was a heap of golden sand, <br>her fine guitar was flotsam of a blue fishing boat<br>and her bikini a tattered plastic shopping bag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</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=474036" data-title="The Flick de Oskar Hansen" data-description="The Flick The blond girl had turned her back to the beach head in hand her guitar flung aside, I think she was crying. A man walked his dog another one jogged, birds in V shape flew towards the eye of the twilight; and no scientist saw the we..."></div> </div> </div>

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