<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Corazon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">before i sleep let me write this one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it has no meaning<br>it is but just a marker of what i feel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">feelings are like water<br>with no monuments</div><div style="margin:10px 0">boundaries always change<br>and so riparian feelers always quarrel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">over nothing over something that simply comes<br>and goes and goes and comes like </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a pendulum of floods and dry bed upon <br>a common river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is see are dead woods drifting<br>old people holding their young crossing a river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">boulders of stones on the side<br>a river bank without any growing plants</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what i am marking is not even time<br>i do not know what it is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i write this one<br>when by chance i read this again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know i will remember something or someone<br>or if at all i will remember a wall without words</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a street without a name a pair of sleepers left on the sands<br>or i meet people who sound like me but whose faces are blank</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you must know what remembering is<br>it is always incomplete</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some details are missing but there is a shadow <br>a stroke an outline of what once made you happy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what once made you fly in the heavens or<br>what also one gave you all the pains of falling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a double edge sword that is what i am writing tonight<br>an i remember the face of truth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, it is a Picasso. <br>A paloma.<br>Labios. My corazon.</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=490995" data-title="My Corazon de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="before i sleep let me write this one it has no meaning it is but just a marker of what i feel feelings are like water with no monuments boundaries always change and so riparian feelers always quarrel over nothing over something that simply com..."></div> </div> </div>

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