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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490207" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Last Night I Preached</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">as usual<br>we are chatting<br>busy and<br>cramming for words</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is lucy<br>worrying about the next money to pay her mortgage of the house<br>there is manny<br>asking where to find a money lender to pay for his tuition<br>there is polly<br>worried about her husband's worsening kidney trouble<br>there is precy<br>asking if she can file an annulment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">advices, resolutions, analyzing pros and cons, <br>and the consequences<br>like a radio program for the lost and the ignorant<br>i feel like i am a radio announcer somehow<br>yet everything went alright till the end of the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then someone asks for a poem<br>to make him sleep<br>for he had not slept for days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i preached: some things are meant only to be felt<br>no analysis, no logical explanations, no synthesizing, <br>some things are meant only to be seen<br>no words are useful to situations where the tapping of the shoulder<br>and the hugs and embrace can speak the most <br>comforts and understanding, all these are matters of the heart<br>the wars within with which words and even syllables become useless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i told him: breathe, breathe, breathe some more<br>breathe deeply and feel the expansion of your lungs with fresh air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">back to the basics, the only way to live is to breathe<br>and the only way for one to sleep is to lay down in bed and then close <br>your eyes and then tell the world that now it is time for you to be excused.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes last night i preached, and then i too closed my eyes and took my <br>much needed sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">life is simple. it is us. We complicate it. And then life has become unfair.</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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there is lucy
worrying about the next money to pay her mortgage of the house
there is manny
asking where to find a money lender to pay for his tuition
there is polly
worried about her husband's..."></div>
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