<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Am Real, You Can Touch Me.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not live upon<br>a dream<br>i cannot live so well<br>in one of those<br>magical rooms of that<br>castle in the <br>sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i live here<br>upon the floors of what is real<br>white sands slipping<br>from the hands of my<br>five fingers<br>i sleep in this bed<br>of reality<br>my pillow this conscience<br>of every hour<br>of my days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not exchange the <br>roughness of the touch of your hands<br>to what is still ideal<br>coming from that future<br>that is yet<br>to come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what i have is minimal<br>imperfect<br>what you dream is colossal<br>and well thought of<br>as perfect</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not envy you<br>mist upon a mountain<br>i am the dew upon a leaf<br>real <br>glowing to the lights<br>of packet sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am <br>what you can touch and smell and <br>see<br>what you can mold<br>with the skin from your tongue<br>i am massive<br>as a storm that can blow away<br>the walls of your house<br>do not be afraid<br>i am for change<br>and for the better<br>i do not exempt <br>destruction<br>it is one of the steps of the stairs<br>towards<br>the magnificence of that<br>heavenly dwelling.</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=488952" data-title="I Am Real, You Can Touch Me. de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i do not live upon a dream i cannot live so well in one of those magical rooms of that castle in the sky i live here upon the floors of what is real white sands slipping from the hands of my five fingers i sleep in this bed of reality my pillow ..."></div> </div> </div>

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