<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492316" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Real Play</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is no longer the play<br>of children<br>when we begin to look at the sun<br>direct to our gazes<br>when what we see is too much<br>light <br>that hurt us<br>when everything that spreads<br>when we close our eyes<br>to rest <br>is all bloody red</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is not a play anymore<br>the silence is too mature<br>it can kill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i may excuse myself for a while<br>take my sleep<br>get rid of you<br>and forgive myself.</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=492316" data-title="Real Play de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="this is no longer the play of children when we begin to look at the sun direct to our gazes when what we see is too much light that hurt us when everything that spreads when we close our eyes to rest is all bloody red this is not a play anymore..."></div> </div> </div>

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