<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484171" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>95</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sitting, waiting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sitting, as simple as sitting on a stair<br>you look around through dragonfly eyes<br>from higher places<br>like a cliff overlooking a village<br>closer to cotton clouds<br>patches of hissing<br>winds up here, <br>alone, <br>you sit, sitting is simple, it is not complicated<br>as waiting which is heavier sometimes with a person who is not<br>showing some shadows for the coming, <br>sit, <br>i sit, <br>i am sitting viewing a wide horizon, a vast expanse of a field, <br>some white herons heaving leaves blown from dead trees this summer, <br>they fly away<br>from you, they fly away from where you are seated, from your country, <br>you remain sitting, <br>sit, like a dog to his master telling him to sit, <br>sit, <br>it is simple as being yourself alone, not even waiting<br>things end in darkness<br>dust settles finally on the ground after a truck fully loaded with almost<br>everything leaves<br>the road heading far away from you, <br>you are not waiting for anything<br>you have no time<br>left for waiting, everything leaves and goes away, always everybody<br>utters the word goodbye<br>except these, the rain, the rain, there are many of them, <br>these hordes of rains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are coming and you sit and do the last thing possible<br>listen</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=484171" data-title="95 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sitting, waiting sitting, as simple as sitting on a stair you look around through dragonfly eyes from higher places like a cliff overlooking a village closer to cotton clouds patches of hissing winds up here, alone, you sit, sitting is simple, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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