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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bacolod 2012</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not planned<br>but just the same i went there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i've been there many times<br>bathed in its hot spring<br>felt the coldness of its trees<br>and scaled the vastness of its <br>fullness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i stood on top of a hill<br>felt the sun<br>ached my eyes for its mountains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wrote about its beauty<br>nothing extraordinary</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in a final note it is not about its name<br>or history<br>not even about a place<br>or anyone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not about myself, it is indescribable<br>it cannot be said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it cannot be thought for long<br>because once you settle upon it <br>longer than you wish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it too is gone away<br>and when you step upon the stairs of another plane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you forget and try to remember another place<br>no, not another person</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is this travel of non-attachment at all<br>the bed that you sleep last night<br>is no longer a bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the table cloth that you stained with the sap of <br>the luscious ripe mango fruit is no longer a cloth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are on top of the world<br>on top of the white clouds that block all view</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the earth from all memories<br>and you keep saying now and writing each piece</div><div style="margin:10px 0">piercing you and you do not mean anything<br>it is just the passing and the going and the non stopping</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>out of your mind out of this world<br>out of what dissipates like light in darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is cold you cover your face with the blanket of<br>the plane<br>and then you cease</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is the story that you have written<br>it is intended for no one</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>now, not even for this earth<br>or the imagined heavens</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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but just the same i went there

i've been there many times
bathed in its hot spring
felt the coldness of its trees
and scaled the vastness of its 
fullness

i stood on top of a hill
felt the sun
ached my eyes for its mountains

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