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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Leaving For Tiglan (1986)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It took him quite a time to come back<br>He missed the lull of the loafing swing tied to an old avocado tree<br>At first he remembered, he thought, it was everything that he really cared for<br>The lull, the breeze, the loafing<br>The blood red hibiscus and the pervading scent of the ilang-ilang<br>The silence of an isolated and abandoned hut in an ancestral farm<br>The hidden creek where the mudfish keeps its silent swim<br>The lonely walks towards the sea just to take a look at the sunset<br>And back again to the faraway hill just to see how it looks down there on the plains<br>Up here one can see the sea, the village, the group of trees, the winding road and the trails, <br>Everything in view<br>In full array<br>Of propriety</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And I shall have my place here<br>Only me<br>Nothing really of much significance<br>A man sitting<br>Then standing<br>Moving from time to time<br>Sometimes not really knowing why<br>Why movements have to be made<br>And then I stand still<br>Hearing only my breath and the beating of my heart<br>The silence was so encompassing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Covering the whole view that I see</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Completing the whole of this vastness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I have to leave tomorrow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But I have not told her</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The lull is over</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The house has been cleaned and every trace of filth has been hidden</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Every litter burned</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The ashes buried</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And everyone thought that everything had been</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Propriety</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one shall ever know</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That the night before</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The house was all crowded, dirty, and foul</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The dwellers could not sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The quarrels so loud, scandal-filled, so blurred with inhumanities</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Tonight the silence shall be marked<br>I could hear the breath I make and the clicking of time ticking penetrates the wall<br>Everything shall be in order and well –taken<br>Everything so proper like the view on top of the hill<br>I leave with all the goodness in my heart and the goodness that I have felt from everyone<br>I shall be heeding for Tiglan<br>With all the goodness that is over<br>I leave my longings to you<br>And I know I shall no more remember</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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He missed the lull of the loafing swing tied to an old avocado tree
At first he remembered, he thought, it was everything that he really cared for
The lull, the breeze, the loafing
The blood red hibiscus and t..."></div>
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