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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Was Not The Beginning Of Pain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i hear that music<br>which is played outside this enclosure<br>whose windows are like leaks <br>upon a container of water<br>i remember you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">alone in the other side of the room<br>we were then in zamboanga<br>we were boarders and i was reading a book<br>behind the wall that divided us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i was pretending<br>not being concerned about your loneliness<br>which i inadvertently presumed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i allowed the silence to creep on the floor<br>rising to my hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which could not in any sense understand at all<br> what was happening<br>within me, it was strange, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was a nostalgia that i never figured out<br>till then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was too painful for me imagining that you love me<br>and that soon<br> when i finally left for another destination<br>i put it upon myself that you should miss me somehow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was a little bit awkward<br>but i wanted it to reign in my heart<br>like it was a precious gem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wished i had knocked at the door of your room<br>but the lights were already turned off<br>and i was presuming that you too were listening to the<br>silence of the enclosure where i am <br>situated comfortably<br>in my pretensions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i could have loved you and told you about it<br> but i knew that with the prevailing<br>times, the chaos and the rules of the game of war<br> during that time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">us loving each other would be as absurd<br>as lines traveling parallel to each other<br>and in opposite direction<br>should ever meet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i understood the situation so i also turned off the light of that room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i left the following morning for a new assignment<br>the landlady told me that you already left much earlier</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was not actually, the beginning of my pain<br>it began when i first met myself and got introduced to it<br>with me not knowing myself exactly, <br>with such an accuracy denied to the level of my convenience<br>or comfort.</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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whose windows are like leaks 
upon a container of water
i remember you 

alone in the other side of the room
we were then in zamboanga
we were boarders and i was reading a book
behind t..."></div>
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