<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red sun, black air, tiny lights of the city</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red glowing sun, fire, flames, hot spittles<br>To the tiny lights of the city, this city of sin, <br>Black air that we breathe, smoke rising from<br>Our hair, warmth from our armpits, sighs and<br>Quivers, the longings that never stop, and the<br>Rain that fall heavily today, our thirsts still<br>Thirsting, our hungers still hungry, our instincts<br>For destruction coming out from our throats and<br>Hands, we can do more than what Is expected</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We break some twigs, we pluck some flowers<br>We never thought about the problem of how<br>To reconnect twigs and flowers and scents</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God creates, and we are so hardheaded<br>Ours is always to destroy and then leave.</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=492372" data-title="Red sun, black air, tiny lights of the city de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="Red glowing sun, fire, flames, hot spittles To the tiny lights of the city, this city of sin, Black air that we breathe, smoke rising from Our hair, warmth from our armpits, sighs and Quivers, the longings that never stop, and the Rain that fall ..."></div> </div> </div>

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