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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Blind Spot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a certain point in life<br>that you arrive at<br>not knowing what to do and you<br>decide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on a question without an answer<br>relying on the<br>auto-resolution of the problematic<br>propostion, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sick minds get well without <br>medication sometimes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">lizards grow the tail that you cut<br>when you were so angry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wounds heal without notice<br>days provide them time<br>to take care of their own bleeding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on a certain day i am struck with so much light<br>only to find<br>that i cannot really see what is in there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its color particularly<br>mistaking red for blue<br>white for beige</div><div style="margin:10px 0">even black for white<br>and people who rely on my vision<br>become so disappointed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this sense of injustice sometimes blinds<br>we go for the murky water hoping to find a fish<br>without gills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is traumatic not to be understood<br>it is scheming for me to see to it that you will not understand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but this is my game and your game too, <br>exploring the senses of letting things go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">intriguing biographies, taking too many names that at the end<br>confront us too with <br>having no meaning at all, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is this? pure baloney.<br>yet so interesting, let the day pass without so much worry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">relaxing, unknown, and so colorful, red and yellow trying to capture<br>the essence of an afternoon, even without you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then there is only darkness and silence<br>and a star so near the moon, like love blossoming into a flower.</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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that you arrive at
not knowing what to do and you
decide

on a question without an answer
relying on the
auto-resolution of the problematic
propostion, 

sick minds get well without 
medication sometimes, 

lizards..."></div>
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