<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After The Scream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">after the scream, she takes her needed vacation<br>in Florence, <br>takes her silent walks along the boulevard<br>by the river of Arno, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is Italy, and the scream had long been forgotten.<br>it is over she said, my brother is dead, and i am here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">working on a plan to survive the pain <br>of my family</div><div style="margin:10px 0">each step is a forgetting.<br>the sound of her heels on the cobbled stones<br>must tell another story</div><div style="margin:10px 0">something happy, about her love and her coping up<br>for a new beginning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her long hair hangs on her thick black coat<br>the river is a big, wide, long silver<br>running between two connected <br>ancient towns of other people's miseries</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not hers now. It is over. It is over. <br>She keeps on telling herself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she obliges a smile in this picture.<br>her hands inside her pocket.Her arms <br>sticking on the side of her<br>frail, brown body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile, the sun begins<br>to spread her morning light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is time to go.That's what is written<br>at the back of the picture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am looking at it now. I am smiling.</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=485428" data-title="After The Scream de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="after the scream, she takes her needed vacation in Florence, takes her silent walks along the boulevard by the river of Arno, this is Italy, and the scream had long been forgotten. it is over she said, my brother is dead, and i am here workin..."></div> </div> </div>

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