<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489253" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Think You Know What I Mean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a young man sits inside his orange car<br>puts his legs above board<br>wipes his face, sweaty, cleans his nose<br>idly, looks around<br>in silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he gazes upon a vacant road<br>there is no car<br>no people, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from where i am seated <br>i observe him<br>he is contented upon his idleness<br>i can't read his mind of course<br>whether there is sorrow<br>or bliss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beside his car is a wall <br>enclosing a garden of cassava and papaya trees<br>there is a guava tree <br>laden with its fruits</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beyond us is the calm sea<br>plain blue as coconut trees tower<br>like guards</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or lighthouses on an early morning <br>contemplation perhaps<br>about what to do next after this gentleness<br>this calm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">will it be chaos? will it be too much noise? <br>can pandemonium be not far behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the white chickens arrive and pecks upon some grains of rice<br>upon a bowl of clay lies the water that can satisfy thirst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you know what i mean<br>life is a variation of everything<br>full of color, wanting sound, longing for scents<br>expecting some happenings.</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=489253" data-title="I Think You Know What I Mean de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="a young man sits inside his orange car puts his legs above board wipes his face, sweaty, cleans his nose idly, looks around in silence he gazes upon a vacant road there is no car no people, from where i am seated i observe him he is contented ..."></div> </div> </div>

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