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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>5: 10 P.m. Along A Narrow Path</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">late afternoon at 5: 10 i look at my watch.<br>darkness is coming like a grey blanket to the mountain.<br>i walk on this narrow path. <br>Grassy. <br>It means no one passes here as often.<br>Secluded path.<br> Less entered.<br>Or maybe forgotten.<br>Or maybe avoided. <br>Dangerous perhaps.<br>I walk on it for a time now. <br>No sound of birds.<br>Just darkness trying to steal every light of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then i meet you. <br>My eyes are poor to sight now.<br>I see a shadow meeting me, <br>and when we are too near<br>i see your smile. It is met with my smile too, <br>like lovers.<br>I like them.<br> these smiles to be lovers anyhow.<br> I am thirsty.<br>I am hungry, for love. <br>Or even lust.<br> I am very hungry.Indeed i am very thirsty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you pass by my shoulder on this narrow path.<br>You smell like a big basket of flowers, <br>the champaca that i grow<br>right in my own backyard that i always smell at night<br>in my place.Alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cold air carries your perfume inside my nostrils. <br>It rebounds within the corners of my mind. <br>It seeps in my soul.It is absorbed like urine to a pamper.<br>It stays in my heart. <br>I am reborn. <br>My heart is restless again.<br>IT is you that i meet. <br>It is your perfume pervading on that narrow path<br>deep down into the bonemarrow of my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like the dark clouds to rain.Hard, unstopping.<br> I like to run. <br>Anywhere. <br>I like to bathe<br>under the rain. I like to get wet all over.<br> I like to play a game under<br>the rain. I like to be a child again. Hardheaded. Sick.<br>The ground where i stand is dry. My chest is empty and my<br>body is fuming with hot lava like a volcano.<br> I like to erupt. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like to undress and be naked. <br>I like to throw my hat to the trees.<br>Myjacket to the wind.<br>My shoes to the forest. <br>My socks to the creeks.<br>My watch to the farthest skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like to throw away this book of poetry that i keep inside my armpit.<br>I like to burn it even. I like its pages to be blown like leaves <br>anywhere. Anywhere. I like them lost forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like to jump into the river. I like to drown. I like to be lost<br>at the bottom.I like to close my eyes. I like to be carried away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not like to go back to the narrow path. <br>I do not like to meet you<br>again and pass me by.<br> It is always like that. <br>Meeting. Opposite ways.<br>Leaving. Departure. Regrets. Silence. <br>Perfumes that do not leave me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where does love live? what is her name? <br> I do not know you, Love.<br>Why is it always like that? <br>Opposite ways. Repulsion. I never felt <br>what true love is. Obstructed. I don't know.<br>I was never embraced with the warmth of <br>its armpits. <br>I am the air gushing, going and going, arriving at nothing.</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>
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darkness is coming like a grey blanket to the mountain.
i walk on this narrow path. 
Grassy. 
It means no one passes here as often.
Secluded path.
 Less entered.
Or maybe forgotten.
Or maybe avoided. 
Da..."></div>
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