<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>393</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not be surprised now in these dark times<br>I have no fears<br>Nothing is late for you to play with me<br>In this dark room<br>Or outside where there is no moon<br>Where the only presence we know<br>Are our words without our bodies<br>Our sounds of endearment<br>There are no eyes not even the nose<br>Sometimes the hands<br>When occasionally<br>You learn to touch me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When mothers celebrate life<br>Or fathers take pride in their posterity<br>The names of their children and grandchildren<br>Their grand place in this world<br>We cannot take part<br>We cannot even watch<br>We turn into moles<br>They belong to the center stage of life<br>And the sun shines on all of them<br>Except us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did we choose this place<br>Where the trees do not have fruits<br>Where the shrubs do not have flowers<br>Where the root crops do not have any flesh? <br>Where the vines do not have the perfect tendrils? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We did not<br>We wanted to live just like them<br>Or anybody else<br>We have asked the questions<br>They do not have the answers<br>I see your face blankly staring at the window<br>On this dark night<br>I pity you<br>I have the answers but I will not tell you<br>It is getting late and we need<br>The sound sleep we too deserve<br>We have more nice places inside our dreams</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=484009" data-title="393 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="Do not be surprised now in these dark times I have no fears Nothing is late for you to play with me In this dark room Or outside where there is no moon Where the only presence we know Are our words without our bodies Our sounds of endearment There..."></div> </div> </div>

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