<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488155" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Four Poetic Points For The Neighborhood To Ponder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is that particular moment<br>when your tongue tastes the skin of the wind<br>and it shall tell you too about its long<br>and unfinished journey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is this intimacy with the hands of the wind<br>the talk that both of you do more often under the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ii</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is when you sit on the floor<br>your back rests on the wall<br>it is this intimacy of self-talking upon itself<br>when the wall begins to respond<br>when the floor finally makes its comments</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> iii</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the neighborhood begins to doubt you<br>but you have no doubt about yourself or the floor's sincerity <br>or the door's indulgence<br>or the intimacy with the wind and the wall<br>which offers you a buffer between emptiness and<br>chaos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">eventually everything has come<br>smooth and natural<br>well folded like the waves<br>well covered like the mist on the tree tops</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> iv</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what you have to serve to all these inquisitors<br>is an empty glass upon an imaginary tray<br>which they still have to figure out<br>why you are serving them the perfect drops of silence<br>for all their thirsts.</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=488155" data-title="Four Poetic Points For The Neighborhood To Ponder de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i it is that particular moment when your tongue tastes the skin of the wind and it shall tell you too about its long and unfinished journey it is this intimacy with the hands of the wind the talk that both of you do more often under the moon i..."></div> </div> </div>

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