<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Some Time...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to be a sponge-head<br>amidst the rain in the yard of the red district<br>just an ear<br>not a face, just an ear detached left to dry<br>upon a deserted <br>street, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to listen and not be be a host to a lot<br>of emotions<br>to be just a canvass to the bright colors<br>to be just the soil to the flowers<br>a fence<br>of a certain perimeter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to open one eye and stare and close the other<br>and feel<br>to blink and then remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to hold my own arms and rub my own shoulder<br>to lay my head upon a stone and <br>savor the hardness and<br>numbness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the soles of my feet to be acquainted with the<br>sands of the shores<br>at high noon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to live in a faraway planet where there is no sun<br>to sleep and be not dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to wrap a secret like a gift upon the self<br>to count the locks of the hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to breathe like it is the last free air <br>to smile as though the lips and teeth have a deadline to meet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to type the period in the poem<br>to stop the fingers from encountering another blank space</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a world in a ring<br>where there is no more beginning where there is no more end</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=486034" data-title="At Some Time... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="to be a sponge-head amidst the rain in the yard of the red district just an ear not a face, just an ear detached left to dry upon a deserted street, to listen and not be be a host to a lot of emotions to be just a canvass to the bright colors t..."></div> </div> </div>

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