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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Was Born To Listen To You & You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then recently i learned<br>something<br>like a mission for my life: to listen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to you<br>& you, whose mouths are drying in your own<br>kind of depression<br>your hair falling like some dry leaves of<br>a very hot summer and you <br>appear like <br>a bald mountain to me <br>as i behave<br>cool as a river as i flow steadily <br>following the path<br>to the blue sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you ask for my ears and i add my eyes<br>and even<br>my eyelids that shut to put more color to your imaginations<br>some flowers wilting in your mind<br>some snakes spitting venom in your head<br>all these<br>that sometimes too threaten me<br>that i touch my skin<br>and bones<br>if i am still myself: born to listen to all your woes<br>and sadness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you & you alone<br>how many are you really<br>so i may know<br>also how many selves do i have to invent to solve<br>the riddles of your mind? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">now i know my mission<br>to resolve and draw the many faces of you<br>to remake<br>a stuff of a hollow being<br>fill you with some<br>essences<br>so you may finally come to your senses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now a shrink<br>tomorrow your papa or your mama<br>or your brother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes I feel like I am God<br>to watch you<br>to see to it that unlike your ancestors<br>and my ancestors<br>we may not fall again on the same<br>abyss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of not really knowing ourselves<br>of having many names <br>and finally losing what we really are<br>in the sea </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of missing identities. Now, i pray that i may have more ears<br>and eyes<br>to listen to see and more hands to hold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">more of you and you and you and you<br>split and shattered</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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