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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Internet Cafe, Robinsons Fuente</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps all the people here<br>skyping<br>are talking about business</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or about flights canceled<br>wanting for a rebooking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it shames me<br>i am talking about an emotion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps if they will know<br>that i am writing a love poem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">vis-a-vis my age<br>my looks, my dress code, <br>my glasses, <br>my ring-finger, and my black back pack<br>with less clothes in it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">surely they will burst out laughing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if they ask me<br>perhaps my answer shall be about being lost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not about love<br>(for how can i afford myself being humiliated in such a public place like this?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are Americans on the other side of the cafe<br>there are lovers kissing each other openly after sipping brewed coffee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x x x</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but being about being nothing at all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or perhaps i will tell them<br>that this world is about to end tonight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">buildings crash down to earth<br>seas growing tongues in their huge mouths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">swallowing us all<br>and that i do not mind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how this world annihilates itself<br> or when it ends<br>or even if it ends this split second<br>like a </div><div style="margin:10px 0">wind of your eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i will not of course<br>tell them that i am growing tired and unhappy and<br>discontented</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that this feeling of unfairness is a vine to my old body<br>a snake to my arms</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>they do not mind it<br>they will not give a hoot </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they shall keep on typing on their keyboards<br>doing business</div><div style="margin:10px 0">people are still frightened<br>i am funny <br>i write about love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i tell them<br>i am not frightened anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the waves come<br>when buildings are swallowed<br>when islands sink<br>when all the people in the streets scream<br>when the malls vomit all its customers<br>the buying public<br>this crash commercialism of all sorts<br>softer hair, smoother face etc etc</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i sit calmly<br>and give all of my hands<br>in a hundred percent<br>surrender</div><div style="margin:10px 0">well, <br>all of us are dead somehow.....</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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skyping
are talking about business

or about flights canceled
wanting for a rebooking

it shames me
i am talking about an emotion

perhaps if they will know
that i am writing a love poem

vis-a-vis my age
my looks, my d..."></div>
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