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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some Hidden Lines of The Traveller Who Just Arrived</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">faraway<br>no one is talking to you.<br>you are<br>shuttered like an open<br>window</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are leaks<br>you cover it<br>with silk cloth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">smooth silence <br>gleaming colors<br>of gray<br>like the body of <br>a catfish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and reddish <br>bloody<br>imagination</div><div style="margin:10px 0">turn to pink<br>my blue day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and admire the<br>transformation of<br>your thoughts<br>like a twilight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this orange<br>that smells like<br>an orange<br>because it is <br>orange</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you touch it<br>and peel it and<br>taste it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">juicy existence<br>palatable life<br>dripping sweetness<br>crushed pulps<br>bursting bits <br>soft bites</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the room changes into<br>a home<br>and you lay your head<br>on the pillow<br>thinking good about<br>the ceiling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not the harshness<br>of the wall anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no obstacle to thoughts<br>piercing to the<br>wood and playing with<br>the light <br>bulb</div><div style="margin:10px 0">things go and become a lively game of<br>shadows<br>the lizard and the fly become<br>one in<br>that chance<br>of <br>predator-prey<br>relationship</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i guess i must have been too personal<br>that the mirror<br>fails to relate anymore<br>to a face <br>facing it<br>all day long<br>waiting for no one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no letter somehow<br>in fact, there is no one inviting<br>or invited</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where am i now? what mistake have i done<br>to the books? <br>did i betray the pages <br>and argue myself with those <br>ears? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so long. so long.<br>I've been hiding and the pain of putting my head<br>inside the bag<br>that having to breathe so hard<br>in the sacrifice<br>of monks and <br>novices.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am letting go a part of my index finger<br>the baby<br>does not have to notice it<br>since it is <br>asleep like a fish inside<br>the tank of water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">figure out then<br>why am i doing this<br>writing for nothing else<br>but selfishness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">offering kindness<br>where it is not needed<br>actually</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am playing with fire<br>like an eater<br>there is no one hurt<br>in fact<br>everyone enjoys it<br>like a show in the circus</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my mouth smells like gas<br>babbling tongue<br>my soul is burning and i do not want it<br>put off.</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>
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no one is talking to you.
you are
shuttered like an open
window

there are leaks
you cover it
with silk cloth

smooth silence 
gleaming colors
of gray
like the body of 
a catfish

and reddish 
bloody
imagination

turn to pink
my blue day

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