<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Right, Wrong....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i may tell you<br>that this is all a matter of<br>story telling<br>the one that you invent because the nights<br>are too long<br>and slow<br>and they all drag you to your bed<br>and the linens<br>do not make you sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">meanwhile the ceiling plays with<br>the lapses of the lizards<br>as mosquitoes kept being fooled by<br>light and<br>shadows of the hands of the the <br>restless arms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i think i am wrong <br>most of the times<br>and i give always the impression that<br>i master what is<br>right and<br>adorable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i give you respect<br>through the signs of my fingers<br>and the unspoken words of<br>my mouth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i beget respect<br>like leaves upon leaves of the crowning<br>glory of the <br>living tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am wrong this time<br>this is not about the world or<br>the stars<br>not even about you but this is all about myself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is boring<br>it wearing the eyes that are disinterested<br>there is this routine<br>the break is unseen </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i guess, i am right this time<br>when i tell you that <br>you must go...</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=492529" data-title="Right, Wrong.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i may tell you that this is all a matter of story telling the one that you invent because the nights are too long and slow and they all drag you to your bed and the linens do not make you sleep meanwhile the ceiling plays with the lapses of the l..."></div> </div> </div>

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