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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Artistic Pursuits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the hands of days<br>are winds<br>bringing all dusts<br>to my hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is night<br>time<br>it is cold but<br>i wash my hair<br>to make <br>me colder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything is getting<br>fresh<br>deep in the night<br>lots of <br>life <br>creep into my<br>soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>sleep is useless<br>i tell it<br>i do not need it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">here i am<br>giving the sounds of silence<br>to this earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">here i am<br>writing letters<br>for those i do not <br>know<br>for those i have never<br>met</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>it is this joy of <br>saying<br>without knowing if <br>someone hears me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>it is this automation<br>this self-generation this seeding<br>without having the interest to know<br>if something<br>grows from those unknown<br>unexplored grounds<br>tomorrow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is a closed mouth<br>speaking to the earth<br>this is the sleepless soul<br>singing its songs<br>to the wilderness of <br>vast space</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>what i know <br>is that there is an end</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a place<br>where you too<br>have never been</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>this is the joy<br>of our loneliness<br>we always do not know <br>about what happens next</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is the only<br> excitement left</div><div style="margin:10px 0">someone, <br> someone is there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">doing the same thing<br>ardently like one springtime</div><div style="margin:10px 0">artistically....</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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are winds
bringing all dusts
to my hair

it is night
time
it is cold but
i wash my hair
to make 
me colder

everything is getting
fresh
deep in the night
lots of 
life 
creep into my
soul


sleep is useless
i tell it
i do not nee..."></div>
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