<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>2:15 P.M. Roxas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">we smile because they tell us to smile<br>we project what this world must be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or ought to be, but after that last click<br>we go back to the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beginning when we were going somewhere without a definite direction<br>when it was raining so hard and we found no shelter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when every part of us, present and future is wet with<br>anxiety, and there is no sign that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rain will stop, that the door will open showing us the way<br>to the fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no two persons with separate arms and legs will have to stay in one room forever<br>the feet walk away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the eyes fly<br>thoughts roam the world and will be glad to know each cloud</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of doubt<br>each sting an education each wound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a seed of growth<br>we shall soon know this and we give way to our soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">traveling, traveling, until you become so strange as a creature i have not ever<br>met before</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a myth, a story, <br>and then you smile realizing the truth of being blown by the wind<br>dusts, yes dusts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is what we are<br>and will always be, into the nothingness of what we have<br>not ever<br>thought before</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=483783" data-title="2:15 P.M. Roxas de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="we smile because they tell us to smile we project what this world must be or ought to be, but after that last click we go back to the beginning when we were going somewhere without a definite direction when it was raining so hard and we found no..."></div> </div> </div>

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