<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brautigan....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ok, no money, <br>ok, there is no fame, <br>there is nothing to expect<br>from those mothers of art, <br>their children unrecognized<br>no share, no will, <br>nothing to expect, from all these<br>children of art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ok, you sit alone, by the window<br>you put your folded arms, <br>you look outside<br>the people pass you by<br>and they do not bother<br>looking at you for the second time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ok, nothing delicious for breakfast<br>this month's rental is not paid<br>electricity bill lies there calling your attention<br>this is a poor guy, inside a foul room, <br>shits are all around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">favorite expression: f....<br>age forgotten<br>wrinkles multiply<br>sour face<br>forested hair<br>thin chin, deep sunken eyes<br>restless fingers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ok, no friend really wants to read a poem<br>or if they read, one visit, it is out of pity <br>not even respect</div><div style="margin:10px 0">don't cry. there is nothing worth crying.<br>just sit there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tomorrow they will bring the news<br>a friend writes a letter that for once he will dabble in poetry<br>and he has written one<br>though too personalized and needs further editing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you look at the ceiling as you lie hopeless in your bed, <br>you see images of hope<br>nothing angelic, there are no wings, no halo<br>not white, blurred, brownish, chinks<br>pieces, naked words, unfinished dialogues, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the unknown people at the other room<br>can hear you laughing<br>you laugh so hard<br>alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps, this time, you shall win.</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=486519" data-title="Brautigan.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="ok, no money, ok, there is no fame, there is nothing to expect from those mothers of art, their children unrecognized no share, no will, nothing to expect, from all these children of art. ok, you sit alone, by the window you put your folded a..."></div> </div> </div>

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