<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Regrets Of My Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have not passed the paths that you have <br>taken, those that please the skin of your feet, <br>i never for once, did not pass through them, <br>i never heard the laughter of the vagabonds, <br>danced with the gypsies, made love with the<br>buxom girls, listened to the guitars strummed<br>by singing men under the golden moon, <br>by the side of the river, with the coolness of the<br>trees, the spreading grasses as pillows <br>of the happy nights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i regret taking my journey alone, the paths winding, <br>the climb too steep, the mountains too high, <br>the cliffs too dangerous, my nights had been<br>sleepless, the winds too harsh, my life too lonely, <br>for such a young age, the years should have been<br>spent frolicking in the woods, swimming in the river, <br>sailing the seas, conquering the fears, clearing the<br>shorelines, taking control of what what was there before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i regret shaping my face to those frowning models.<br>i regret not having sung my favorite songs under the rain.<br>i regret not wasting my life to the bitterness of goodbyes.<br>i regret living a life of abundance and yet empty.<br>My spirit sighs, my hands not holding for something that must last.<br>My heart still thirsts, my mind still hungers.</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=492399" data-title="Regrets Of My Life de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i have not passed the paths that you have taken, those that please the skin of your feet, i never for once, did not pass through them, i never heard the laughter of the vagabonds, danced with the gypsies, made love with the buxom girls, listen..."></div> </div> </div>

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