<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489508" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In His Mind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">he knows now why he<br>goes beyond the decency<br>of love, those clean hands<br>touching, acceptable by<br>those who want to be<br>with all of the kind people here, <br>he looks back in time<br>when the moss was not in the<br>stones yet on the river<br>love was not there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were no traces of its<br>steps<br>there was no trace of a cat<br>or bird<br>there were no words for no one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nothing speaks about affection<br>and acceptance<br>he once kissed love<br>and love shuts out saying it is over</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no design<br>no architecture for a comfortable dwelling<br>he gets away from this dream<br>goes inside a room and goes out of the door<br>walks on the street that is dark and narrow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are people without names<br>there half-naked and ready<br>to embrace whatever he brings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now he is at home<br>and there is no more regret<br>no comparison for what ought to<br>be that merely gives<br>him pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beyond love of course<br>is the colorful and scented<br>lust that gives him temporary<br>relief from twisted faces<br>and bodies that desired and loved so well<br>in his mind <br>that he never once touched<br>ever because it cannot be embraced<br>by the arms of possibility<br>without him being burned.</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=489508" data-title="In His Mind de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="he knows now why he goes beyond the decency of love, those clean hands touching, acceptable by those who want to be with all of the kind people here, he looks back in time when the moss was not in the stones yet on the river love was not there t..."></div> </div> </div>

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