<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retrace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in Dumaguete<br>at 4 o'clock in the morning<br>you went out of the ship to take a walk along<br>the boulevard: an old one<br>with a story to tell<br>the one that you like to hear<br>again and again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this time<br>the heavy rains intervened<br>forgivable as it is the first heavy rain in the city<br>for the past five months</div><div style="margin:10px 0">people stand along the side<br>of the covered pathway<br>watching<br>the rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you sit on one of those benches<br>where breakfast is served<br>cheap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fish and rice and coffee<br>the roof leaks<br>and drops of rain begins to hit<br>your shoulder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a man beside you<br>with some tattoo on his arms<br>looks at you like you are the man whom<br>he had been searching<br>all the years of his life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you stare back<br>sort of saying<br>you are not afraid<br>for this encounter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he looks away knowing that you also know<br>what betrayal is<br>what a war is<br>what killing fields are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he sidesteps your gaze<br>unzips his fly<br>and urinates pointing to the heavy rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is pure disrespect to the rain<br>you stop eating<br>brace the rain beyond the roof<br>bathes there<br>and walks away from there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this world is not absurd<br>it is logical<br>it knows when to stop and to begin again<br>when to stare back<br>when to back off and when to retrace its steps<br>along the boulevard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now the stories are becoming clear<br>and then the rain stops<br>you remember that was the song<br>precisely the lyrics are intact</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>but what for? you ask again<br>over and over again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are so foolish.</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=492501" data-title="Retrace de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="in Dumaguete at 4 o'clock in the morning you went out of the ship to take a walk along the boulevard: an old one with a story to tell the one that you like to hear again and again this time the heavy rains intervened forgivable as it is the first..."></div> </div> </div>

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