<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Exhortation On Some Lines....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">something is missing in your lines.<br>i regret to tell you that.<br>it does not speak well of yourself<br>or the world<br>or any moment, it is like a desert and all we have is space and<br>a horizon<br>there is even no wind to blow the sands away<br>i do not expect rain in the desert<br>but i could have seen a camel or a line of trucks or a<br>caravan</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or even a Bedouin riding on his black horse with a scimitar</div><div style="margin:10px 0">here i am again<br>in my worst self trying to tell you what to do so that you can be what you are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your lines are straight and too clean and that make them appear<br>dishonest<br>people love crooked lines and those that move in free directions<br>lines that are cold like the wind<br>and yet vibrant at night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not really dead, but simply grieving in silence for the loss of<br>someone so loved and missed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not want you to change your lines, they are yours to <br>show, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i may be unfair wishing that your lines may be like mine<br>but mine are too sad and always sounding like a lover abandoned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the beautiful lines are not clean.<br>they are imbued with our errors, erasures, blasting in our faces<br>like explosives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where shattered as we are on the fields of our disasters<br>only in a few seconds<br>we become silent spaces again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mine are sad, and lonely and abandoned.<br>they are the only ones i have now, and so i must be compelled to<br>have them and love them<br>just the way they are.</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=485658" data-title="An Exhortation On Some Lines.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="something is missing in your lines. i regret to tell you that. it does not speak well of yourself or the world or any moment, it is like a desert and all we have is space and a horizon there is even no wind to blow the sands away i do not expect r..."></div> </div> </div>

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