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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Making love with art, religion, philosophy, putting passion in all the proper places of the earth...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i made love to books<br>kissed each page<br>hugged each chapter like<br>no other<br>licked all its covers<br>slept with it for years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i made love to <br>a career<br>all years showered without spare<br>my hours are dissertations<br>all days marked with treatises<br>all hours danced with<br>possibilities about a new realm<br>of academic stairs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wore caps, those black ones<br>i was obsessed with black robes<br>tickling life<br>with probes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">murdering the birth of lofty desires<br>my life is miserable<br>without the passion with you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your body i have drawn in canvass<br>and i throw away all paints<br>and Chinese brushes burned</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your gaze i sculpted on a tree<br>and the tree was cut<br>turned into firewood<br>ashed...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">passion is still there wiggling<br>like blood in the veins of my arms<br>pulsating like a breathing salamander<br>on the ceiling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the room breathes at me<br>the bed creaks<br>because i am lying about myself<br>and suppressed what should have been more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">passionate on the grass<br>and the shores of the white sandy beaches<br>somewhere in my dreams<br>the wildest ones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i learned a lot of wisdom then<br>got an A+ on restraint<br>cooling down<br>like winter ice like beautiful crystals <br>on my palm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i learned where to put passion <br>somewhere<br>where i can be perfect again like <br>the gods of the witty wind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i made love to books<br>ejaculated on each page<br>licked each hard page</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i have learned to live<br>my life<br>like a gentleman in the room<br>where faces of men<br>are straight like Gibraltar pillars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">their arms made of marble<br>their minds<br>solid as steel and i do not stop<br>to put where passion must be put<br>in the proper places of this earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i made love to mountains<br>kissed the fog<br>and licked each cloud<br>slept on cliffs and<br>got high<br>on the wings of the birds of my<br>youth and <br>imagination</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am entangled on the white thighs<br>of poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my soul my body my hands<br>made captive<br>all century....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and i made love with freedom<br>penetrated love, <br>ate passion <br>chewed religion<br>and i made love with art and i made love<br>with philosophy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now, everyone loves me<br>or at least that is what <br>i think to be....</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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kissed each page
hugged each chapter like
no other
licked all its covers
slept with it for years

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a career
all years showered without spare
my hours are dissertations
all days marked with treatises
all hour..."></div>
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