<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Enriqueta</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">be quiet, she will speak<br>what she buried many years ago<br>in the mausoleum of her<br>heart and soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she is angry<br>and she has nobody<br>she is furious<br>and she has no place <br>to dissipate <br>her anger her fury her hate<br>her indifference as <br>shield<br>was all too weak for<br>her defense</div><div style="margin:10px 0">be quiet, <br>let her speak her lines <br>she has learned to live the life<br>of an actress<br>let us all listen to her now<br>let us be sponges to absorb<br>the waters of her disappointments<br>we must listen now<br>let us know what she <br>will unearth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for if not<br>she will shatter like a dainty piece of glass<br>she will dissolve like air to a hazy atmosphere<br>she will disentangle into broken pieces<br>she will be lost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the process will be irreversible<br>and she will be lost forever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">look at her eyes filled with anger<br>do not be deceived<br>she is not a bomb<br>she is a treasure wanting to be found<br>symbols and lines and directions<br>pointing to an 'x' saying that </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she is still here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">come, come, let us listen<br>our dear enriqueta is now singing....</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=487932" data-title="For Enriqueta de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="be quiet, she will speak what she buried many years ago in the mausoleum of her heart and soul she is angry and she has nobody she is furious and she has no place to dissipate her anger her fury her hate her indifference as shield was all too ..."></div> </div> </div>

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