<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484468" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Glimpse...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in my youth i saw flying plates<br>broken glass lamps, wasted rice grains, <br>invectives and curses were always<br>the sounds of the house, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i promise not to copy and paste<br>those things, sad, <br>disappointing, unfortunate human<br>conflagrations of the innocence<br>of some souls, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">now i am free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i listen to nobody but only the voices within me<br>they are peaceful, every tapestry embroidered with logic<br>and reason, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">searching for more wisdom<br>listening more than talking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am staying and i like it this way now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the shells of the past were burned<br>the ashes thrown at the feet of Dipolog river.</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=484468" data-title="A Glimpse... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="in my youth i saw flying plates broken glass lamps, wasted rice grains, invectives and curses were always the sounds of the house, i promise not to copy and paste those things, sad, disappointing, unfortunate human conflagrations of the innoce..."></div> </div> </div>

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