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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bow To Simplicity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you go to church every morning<br>model catholic of this town<br>you listen to the sermon of the priest<br>you take the body of Christ<br>in your body <br>somehow these matters give you <br>comfort and so you have no time to<br>ask for more answers<br>because there are no questions asked<br>anyway</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in any way, you dwell in the comfort zone of<br>religion<br>you are not a philosopher with all the wrinkles<br>on his forehead<br>you do not envy all these<br>search for wisdom<br>you do not need it anyway in your everyday<br>morning existence<br>about those joys you claim you have <br>the contentment of an achievement<br>no wars<br>no confusion even in small matters about<br>real happiness<br>in some ways you smile<br>and by all means we think that you are the child of God<br>smiling to everyone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes i envy you<br>as i tremble over my thoughts<br>grinding every bean of coffee<br>in the machine of my mind<br>hot temperatures here<br>like hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are questions part of hell? <br>doubts and regrets <br>they come together <br>trying to hit me with their fists<br>me, the philosopher <br>still unable to hold the beautiful arms of an <br>answer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i talk within and there are many selves talking<br>within<br>you pity me <br>for thinking too much<br>on such a simple existence<br>as breakfast and lunch and dinner<br>that you serve on my table<br>and for which<br>due to my self-inflicted fever<br>on a trembling mouth<br>i cannot eat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then <br>i decided to keep silence in the middle of this<br>turbulence<br>i wash my face<br>comb my hair<br>and face you<br>saying the words that i do not mean<br>just to please you<br>like<br>i love you and then you smile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you do not bother<br>what wisdom is<br>nothing bothers you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what more? what more is there? <br>you tell me<br>there is nothing more between the two of us<br>not even space</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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model catholic of this town
you listen to the sermon of the priest
you take the body of Christ
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somehow these matters give you 
comfort and so you have no time to
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