<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Hiding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">defense mechanisms.<br>coping up machines.<br>lies and deceptions.<br>covering up. conceal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a little fish hides under<br>a big stone on that deep sea<br>amidst the friendly anemones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a big shark is coming<br>and the electric eel is taken<br>exposed, confident, dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we hide. There is a reason<br>for hiding sometimes. For retreats<br>in the mountains in secret<br>convents with the nuns. In secret<br>hideouts with the monks.<br>In tunnels dug for surrenders<br>like this. To survive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when things get rough<br>and i am not that rough enough for the<br>roughness that gets going, i choose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to hide underneath a strong<br>floor, inside a closet, under<br>a cabinet of folded clothes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sense are not too strong<br>to survive a crash. I hide. I take<br>cover. I make poems. My poems<br>are my shelters of the scorching<br>sun, the heavy rain, the flood and<br>earhtquakes of my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am shaken. But look, i am in tack.<br>My bones rattle but unbroken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poems are my fortress.<br>The big shark is coming again.<br>Let me hide. Under a rock.</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=489505" data-title="In Hiding de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="defense mechanisms. coping up machines. lies and deceptions. covering up. conceal. a little fish hides under a big stone on that deep sea amidst the friendly anemones a big shark is coming and the electric eel is taken exposed, confident, dead. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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