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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485319" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Accepting Things Are They Are</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i was new in this place<br>i like seeing and staring at things<br>and think about how to make them more beautiful<br>on the way i want them changed<br>from my one<br>point-of-view and so if something is so short<br>i try stretching them<br>even if there is pain and i always think that <br>all things are flexible and that with a little<br>retouching <br>they then fit as i see it fit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were storms. There were instabilities<br>there were unnecessary silences<br>and there were times when i was forced<br>to keep my mouth shut<br>and hide myself in a dark room<br>and sleep and let time pass by<br>like some moments<br>that i do not like to remember<br>that i like to throw up<br>and then mumble and then<br>surrender like a defeated soldier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then there is this subsiding<br>there are tiny waves, gentle winds, and<br>restive sands, and moments<br>of solitude</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this may be nearer to an end<br>but look, we arrive at the point to accept things as they are<br>that changes are shaped like pointless objects<br>and blunt as they are<br>we do not want them sharpened<br>because sharpness has no use at all<br>to all these blunt happenings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">things appear and they talk and we listen.<br>we shake their hands. we know they are strangers.<br>we let them in and seep like rain to our sponges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we no longer shake our shoulders. we listen.<br>i do not know if i really smiled when i first confronted them.<br>they are here. and as you tell me, i agree, i make most<br>of what is here. This is my best form and i am showing it now.</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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on the way i want them changed
from my one
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i try stretching them
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