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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Exhaustion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is now 9 o'clock in the evening<br>and here i am driving this maroon car<br>back home alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on a three-hour lecture one gets<br>exhausted somehow<br>i feel the bones clinging <br>each to each like being held by<br>some pieces of strings<br>some may fall away but i held<br>up to some hope of a cartilage<br>and muscle and skin<br>for a wrapping</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is raining hard again<br>and the night is as dark as ever<br>the street lamps are off<br>another blackout happens<br>as often as this place is<br>poverty stricken and infested<br>with political leaders with<br>nothing in mind but how<br>to amass more wealth<br>for themselves and <br>their kin and relatives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have always been a teacher<br>and perhaps will always be<br>a thinker forever<br>trying to figure things<br>how this country may have<br>a stable name<br>a stronger sense of <br>a confident self</div><div style="margin:10px 0">plain thoughts, <br>political theories and some<br>speculations for economic<br>possibilities <br>some questions roaming<br>and still without any hint<br>of an answer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i talk to myself again<br>this country will always be poor<br>because its leaders are making it so<br>these people will always be duped<br>because they remain gullible<br>this country has nowhere to go<br>like the boat of the El Filibusterismo<br>it will simply rotate and collide<br>with the whirpools of its nighmares<br>arriving at the ports of nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rain stopped and i am now<br>at the red gate of an old house<br>the bushes wantonly growing<br>stretching their brances <br>to a dark sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the gate opens and profuse<br>light comes out from an <br>opening</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a brown dog comes out<br>and barks announcing the<br>arrival of a very tired master</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is I, this political professor<br>coming out from a worn-out car<br>and this is my house<br>infested with worms slowly eating<br>every part every wood<br>this house needs another year<br>for it to finally fall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my wife comes out from<br>her room and kisses me<br>and she asks ' how about dinner? '<br>' i am not hungry, all i need is sleep' i said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with my shoes on<br>i lay in bed. My eyes close. I like to dream<br>about God.</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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on a three-hour lecture one gets
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i feel the bones clinging 
each to each like being held by
some pieces of strings
some may fall away but i..."></div>
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