<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seasons Of The Self</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the first hour<br>this morning<br>he puts his best foot forward<br>at noon<br>his hands the best palms<br>the plain white fingers<br>to the sun<br>in the afternoon he feels betrayed<br>and asks himself<br>what is he doing? for whom and<br>what for? <br>at night he stops<br>meditates upon <br>the deeper oceans<br>of his whale<br>existence<br>he sends the message<br>to the other end of the<br>continent<br>he says yes<br>what am i doing? what for and for whom? <br>there is an answer<br>but it is too late<br>the desert has already<br>become true</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=492698" data-title="Seasons Of The Self de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="at the first hour this morning he puts his best foot forward at noon his hands the best palms the plain white fingers to the sun in the afternoon he feels betrayed and asks himself what is he doing? for whom and what for? at night he stops medita..."></div> </div> </div>

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