<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Intellectual Life...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">inside this glass world<br>lives the porcupine<br>fish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sea is made of <br>pure air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everyone is swimming<br>with the hands and feet of their<br>minds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one eye sees through another <br>eye like light piercing a sea of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">transparencies and ripples<br>of doubts are reinvented</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is a deep ocean<br>imagine a world of porcupine fishes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silence are not knives here<br>there are no stab wounds on the water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everyone knows how to breathe<br>without making any sound of rustling leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">outside this glass world<br>lies the world of fences and over there are the greener pastures</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fences are high like clouds on the cliffs<br>and the pastures have no milking cows in fact</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is a jungle without trees<br>and you will be having a hard time to imagine a </div><div style="margin:10px 0">justification why this world is becoming a puzzle<br>of new languages and reinvented scripts and scenarios</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but this is it, this is the way how fists land on chests<br>how lips design the shape of spits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">long ago, they drew ivory towers and disoriented pillars<br>long ago, they were whistling out of touch tunes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now, there are heads rising from the armpits<br>feet from abdomens fingers from the anus</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they are talking about dormant diseases that <br>come out in the open only after your 50th year</div><div style="margin:10px 0">out there the mockery is getting louder<br>the air as colder as men whose blood is removed from them.</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=485677" data-title="An Intellectual Life... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="inside this glass world lives the porcupine fish the sea is made of pure air everyone is swimming with the hands and feet of their minds one eye sees through another eye like light piercing a sea of transparencies and ripples of doubts are r..."></div> </div> </div>

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