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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>for Miguel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you left<br>there was this delusion of white mustache<br>this baldness that is too consuming<br>for those who want<br>to be always young</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i was then a little boy<br>crying on a velvet blue sofa</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i was aware of what was said<br>from grandpa's mouth in fact</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were scribbles in my heart<br>like some claws of birds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you do not have to come back<br>to point me the way you passed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am still aware about those pains<br>having loved solitude</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there was this party in the house<br>when i was sixteen and there were hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">slapping your face and i too bleed a lot<br>having known you much better</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on your deathbed<br>i am still aware of the things to come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know the secret passage<br>and along the way i pick you some white flowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is bouquet of flowers that i must offer to you<br>because you understand my pains too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is our world of pains<br>we exit soon only to be parted again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we say we understand the flight of the fireflies<br>how their lights are drowned by the rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how the leaves finally find solace<br>in the silence of utter darkness when we finally find</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the truth of this existence<br>the life after</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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there was this delusion of white mustache
this baldness that is too consuming
for those who want
to be always young

i was then a little boy
crying on a velvet blue sofa

i was aware of what was said
from grandpa's mouth in fact

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