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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489752" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inside Your Circle I’m Always An Alien</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the best way to escape is to use the fingertips.<br>From it some words are shot like bullets hitting anything<br>But there is no death here.<br>No war. There is only the sojourn, some moments<br>of variations like<br>gyrations of the human body that looks for<br>some blankets of affection.<br>The human body is nil now.<br>The touch is elusive as an ell.<br>The river is crowded with moss and mud<br>and the fishes can hardly breathe.<br>Life, this is life actually<br>The one that moves lonely amidst the crowd<br>in the mall one Sunday evening.<br>people are families. They are so selfish among<br>and within their circles.<br>You have none of it. You are an alien.<br>A mutant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You need another mirror to see how beautiful are you.<br>Without it, there is no more light in the room.<br>And in the darkness only the palms grapple for touch<br>like grappling for breathe<br>In order to live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We make some trades.<br>Barters really.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I barter loneliness with the circus of my mind.<br>Acrobatic thoughts, juggling circumstances<br>Opting for the magic of transformations.<br>I can be a rabbit and then a flower<br>and the children open their mouths for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the end, we take whatever makes us comfortable.<br>It is not always a chair.<br>An earphone, sunglasses, Chiclets, <br>peanuts in my hand, or<br>lemonade sipping, <br>summer hats, bathing trunks, <br>diver's oxygen, <br>or could simply be a book of poems by whoever, <br>immersion, diversion, <br>these are the words. We are not the same.<br>I have my own point of view. I take my own walk now.<br>Or i shall dance<br>and sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None of your business<br>because inside your circle, <br>i will always be an alien.</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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From it some words are shot like bullets hitting anything
But there is no death here.
No war. There is only the sojourn, some moments
of variations like
gyrations of the human body that looks for
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