<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A choice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My feet are heavy <br>To an early church mass <br>And my hands caress them </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she is gone finally </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My feet become lighter <br>And my hands stopped pretending </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the real loving begins <br>Alone, this window opens <br>There my love <br>Lurks posing as a nude woman </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her arms opening to take me in <br>& through this window </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some yellow butterflies with black edges on its wings <br>A little larger than my thumb </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Circle over my head.</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=484288" data-title="A choice de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="My feet are heavy To an early church mass And my hands caress them When she is gone finally My feet become lighter And my hands stopped pretending Then the real loving begins Alone, this window opens There my love Lurks posing as a nud..."></div> </div> </div>

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