<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life As Sequencing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i was born on January of 1961<br>on the 29th day<br>i grew up in a little barrio<br>there were no books<br>but there were many trees there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then i was sent to a city school<br>studied hard and consistently<br>made to the top of the class</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then i went to a university<br>studied the sciences, religion and the arts<br>lots of philosophy in there<br>and poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then i got employed<br>by some notable companies<br>where i earned money <br>where i got a name<br>where i learned the language of <br>diplomacy and survival</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then one day, in noticed that in this<br>sequencing of my life<br>something has gone wrong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not the marriage<br>it is something else, it something that<br>you also know, the missing link <br>one that makes you wish<br>you were dead<br>one that makes you numb<br>the reason why you have sleepless nights<br>and lousy mornings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is this link that gives you a feeling of loss<br>and grief <br>this emptiness that stays in your stomach<br>you are not hungry<br>you just feel it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the same feeling you have now<br>and you know very well why</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=490337" data-title="Life As Sequencing de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i was born on January of 1961 on the 29th day i grew up in a little barrio there were no books but there were many trees there then i was sent to a city school studied hard and consistently made to the top of the class then i went to a universit..."></div> </div> </div>

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