<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488798" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How I Can Smell Like Dusts And Molds....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i take a walk this morning<br>in this village of trees where there are no houses of<br>dwellers, <br>i am looking for a peaceful place as i carry with me a load of some<br>thoughts heavy on my hair<br>i do not think that i am being punished with these<br>i am just trying to take my time<br>listening to my own footsteps<br>to the sound of the leaves on those grasses and trees<br>a river walks along with me<br>that is how i see it<br>it is a water traveler wanting a companion<br>towards a far end<br>that it knows too well for i am but new here<br>a lost stranger to his view<br>a novice of distance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i bring peace in my heart, i have set some pigeons free <br>my gifts to the balding mountains and to the hills with brown grasses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no pen, no paper, nothing about personal computers or cellphones<br>no signal, i am satisfied, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am sucking air, words are carried with it in my nostrils<br>the river smiles, flows, and winds itself like a snake smooth on the grass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i listen too much, i become this earth<br>the river winds around my hair, birds are building nests, <br>the owl sleeps for the night beside my ears, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how peaceful is this place, how foolish had i been for all those years<br>hiding behind those rooms and rooms of books, <br>which explains why the river says that i smell nothing but<br>dusts and molds.</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=488798" data-title="How I Can Smell Like Dusts And Molds.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i take a walk this morning in this village of trees where there are no houses of dwellers, i am looking for a peaceful place as i carry with me a load of some thoughts heavy on my hair i do not think that i am being punished with these i am just ..."></div> </div> </div>

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