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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Loquacious</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this afternoon, i talk a lot, and the more i talk, <br>the more words flowed from my mouth, the more i become less<br>of myself, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is the irony of talking, the more i empty myself of this burden<br>using words, the lighter i become, the more useless i become of myself, <br>words and more words, <br>the more i have of them, the more meaningless my thoughts have become</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they who are listening have become more silent than ever, <br>i know, their minds are somewhere else, and i know that they know<br>that there is this spirit in front of them so restless, <br>wriggling like a worm, jumping like a horse, flapping like a bird</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wanting to get rid of something: the fruit wanting to be free from the worm, <br>the horse from a gadfly, and the bird from the pricking flea....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what else can they say? they must have been saying.<br>we perfectly understand, we have been there, we were once a fruit<br>with a worm in our pulp, a horse with a gadfly in our tail, <br>a bird unable to get rid of the flea....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we were rotten once, we jumped the more, and now we are flying away.<br>what a life we have, we are never free, and we are never for even once<br>comfortable with what we are and what we have....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we do not have of course, is what bothers us the most.<br>be it a horse, a bird, or a fruit, a flea, a worm, a gadfly of old<br>like what Socrates once mentioned before he took the fatal poison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">well he died, and here we are always trying to 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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