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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Dear Sir</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Mr. GIL RAVAL </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bert may laugh at the height of his agility, bombard you with arguments how life is lived and wasted when spent on some musa velutina, bamburantas, or hibiscus rosa seninses, scarlet sages or butcher’s brooms, <br>But as you say it, <br>Some seeds simply need to be put in the punctures of the ground, <br>To put up the golden showers <br>Bursting, brushing to such a lush of green bushes <br>As I see it, you have an eye for wanton beauty <br>And as he has none <br>That is a major fault </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How you viewed life must be seen through the eyelets of the ferns <br>The whole world viewed in the opulence of dancing ladies crowning <br>The decay of trees abandoned by the millipedes of boredoms </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is a veranda lavished by Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Tsaicovsky, with some Pavarotti, and Bocelli, Carmen, and Cossette or perhaps by Kazantzakis, and Rushdie </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or fettuccine </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plant an earthstar <br>So we look down to search its twinkles </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You shall be my refuge, my hush <br>As I am a weary dragonfly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen how you built a world of majestic mockery <br>Not much gold but greatly green <br>Hypnotic amidst the chaos </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On this day, our narrow paths converge <br>And to my surprise, my footprints have same size as yours <br>Carrying the same marks (or even same brokenness) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whoever knows me, knows you, <br>My fears drawn from yours, my hope springing from your source </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say, my dear sir, you have lived a good life and I shall be crafting mine </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the pompous stars <br>Unaffected by the nitpickiness of the ebbs of the moon’s tides </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We let our eyes fall, malfunction, and even dissolve into tears, gone <br>We shall grow nothing but ears throughout our bodies </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are a listening duet <br>Listening to colors of the marguerite, the night scented jessamine, Xanadu, creeping jenny, <br>Or the angel’s trumpets </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen to the notes of the words <br>The message according to the lashing green garden <br>The song of the freely flowing wind <br>And deep within a <br>Singing silence </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, take the highest jump of the lightest flea <br>The last wish of my dream <br>Towards the endlessness</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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Bert may laugh at the height of his agility, bombard you with arguments how life is lived and wasted when spent on some musa velutina, bamburantas, or hibiscus rosa seninses, scarlet sages or butcher’s brooms, 
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