<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Last Christmas With Mama</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">last christmas, seven years ago, with mama.<br>we lie on the grass, and when she fell on deep thoughts<br>of her memories, we were lost, <br>we look for what bothers her, <br>we laugh, and<br>she turns into a petunia, beside me, <br>and i see all that is violet<br>in all of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">five months after she was buried, <br>i become grateful. i was dancing, i lie beside<br>the lilies, <br>seeing every color under the sun, <br>it is beautiful<br>she is no other, we are laughing again.</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=490201" data-title="Last Christmas With Mama de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="last christmas, seven years ago, with mama. we lie on the grass, and when she fell on deep thoughts of her memories, we were lost, we look for what bothers her, we laugh, and she turns into a petunia, beside me, and i see all that is violet in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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