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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peroration To A Friend Who Is Finally Free</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have always wanted<br>to write this<br>but i feel sorry for myself<br>always forgetting<br>it at the end<br>of my usual work</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a busy day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am reminded of you<br>as you explained yourself to me<br>at the third floor<br>of the academe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beyond us a row of trees<br>a path filled with stones to solve a flood<br>there were no birds<br>it was late in the afternoon and<br>the sun was slowly setting giving us<br>the feeling of<br>a fading day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the one that makes us feel the<br>crawling of age in our foreheads<br>we are not getting any younger<br>i told you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are busy enumerating what<br>happened<br>what you love most and how this loved most thing<br>rejected you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you roam the city at night<br>living life in the arms of darkness that does not really care<br>what happens<br>afterward</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you love the toilet<br>you want to make it your home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am surprised with<br>this kind of revelation<br>but somehow i am having hints</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the surprise <br>slowed down like a car<br>about to arrive at its<br>parking area</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you reminded me of things that really delight the senses<br>the tickling feathers of the armpit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of times that must set us free like prisoners<br>in the desert where we are so thirsty of <br>rain<br>that does not arrive as<br>expected</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so we content ourselves with the moon at night<br>and some<br>dreams of oasis<br>and palm trees and<br>black Bedouins<br>and big and tall horses<br>of an Arab king</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we spill the sands in our <br>fingers<br>and breathe<br>the scent of jasmine<br>and dates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not wish to get away from this thing<br>that i have long wanted to write </div><div style="margin:10px 0">for the simple purpose of informing you<br>that i do not work <br>on happy thoughts anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not target happiness like a dart to a <br>red dot</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not bet on some lotto numbers<br>i do not dream getting to be a millionaire one day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hitting the jackpot is no longer<br>my cup of tea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i learned this: those that delight us do not make us<br>healthy most of the times</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after a taste of the dropp of the sap from the<br>forbidden tree<br>or its fruit<br>which is so attractive in its<br>red ripeness, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> you begin to weaken<br>to the poison of <br>a momentary desire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">oh, it is so temporary if you <br>accept it</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>there were many times, and i always remember them<br>when i close my eyes<br>after midnight<br>when we are so exhausted about the search<br>that pursuit of<br>happiness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when as an <br>afterthought<br>i begin to settle for the quadrants and numbers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have been mathematical in my approach to life<br>in fact<br>more legalistic about it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is sweet to the tongue eventually <br>ruins the teeth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what tickles the heart wounds it a bit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes in fact<br>seriously that you think you cannot recover from pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you waddle in misery like <br>a buffalo to a pool of mud</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now i am into the codes of existence<br>that laws are made purposely to give us the guide to the right path</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not the pleasure<br>principle that works</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the gaze into what is good<br>and right and just</div><div style="margin:10px 0">though it may be <br>so bitter<br>but it remains to be<br>so beautiful<br>in fact</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have not told you everything yet<br>and i do not wish that you understand this<br>but i must tell you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have chosen my own time and place<br>and i am happy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you may tell me i am not myself<br>that this is not my rightful place</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i live here and i am going to defend it<br>you go where desire<br> where your heart takes you<br>you are free, you brag about your freedom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">let me know how freedom<br>defends you<br>how your heart falls into<br>boredom sometimes<br>and changes like<br>the seasons of this<br>earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(you should have known that freedom is a responsibility<br>a choice that you make in the oceans of choices<br>and that is where pains are most self-inflicted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">know, that your choices may not at all be right<br>because you are guided by your own emotions) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is a matter of my personal opinion<br>i treasure it, <br>it is mine and<br>mine alone.</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. 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to write this
but i feel sorry for myself
always forgetting
it at the end
of my usual work

a busy day

i am reminded of you
as you explained yourself to me
at the third floor
of the academe

beyond us a row of trees
a path fi..."></div>
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