<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning, Noon And Nightime....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was early morning<br>when what i am is merely hearing voices</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and all i can do is look at those faces<br>and sometimes make a stare</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at noon, i have learned many things<br>and i begin to speak their language</div><div style="margin:10px 0">adopt their way at looking at this world<br>and attempt many times to understand each part</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i've read on the papers that evening<br>about a woman who jumped to the sea and was never found</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is the shiver that goes to the bottom of my marrow<br>i check my bones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some people have become periods of the long paragraph<br>i judge them sometimes and put those flowers of sympathy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not sleep till dawn<br>my hands are resting on my forehead </div><div style="margin:10px 0">my eyes are painting the ceiling <br>and my feet are buried on the ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">such is the case of some complaisance<br>as morning arrives again singing its blue marks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">upon its cheeks are tattoos<br>which i have mistaken as scars</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>there are always other matters<br>i sleep with them now.</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=490909" data-title="Morning, Noon And Nightime.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="it was early morning when what i am is merely hearing voices and all i can do is look at those faces and sometimes make a stare at noon, i have learned many things and i begin to speak their language adopt their way at looking at this world and..."></div> </div> </div>

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