<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Something That I Have Not Touched With My Hands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">while in bed i am enumerating a lot of things<br>that i really don't know<br>what they are and where they come from<br>and what use could they be</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in my emptiness i think that something fuller this time<br>is what i need<br>like hot water perhaps for a cup for an afternoon tea<br>but the image is too ordinary for a whim</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of this imagination something's got to be better this time<br>something that i have not touched with my hand<br>that i have not tasted with my tongue<br>i know, i know what it is, but i know that i cannot have it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so i just lay in bed, enumerate the other things<br>silly and wise, and empty and full, and paths and mountains<br>and labyrinths, until i am a flash in full speed of images<br>until i am sleepy and then i forget what is it that i know that i want and yet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i cannot have<br>and i begin counting sheep and ships and imagine the whole ocean blanket<br>to my body and<br>face and then<br>i sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am tired and when this happens<br>i do not mind what happens next and<br>i do not wish about anything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am done.</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=493181" data-title="Something That I Have Not Touched With My Hands de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="while in bed i am enumerating a lot of things that i really don't know what they are and where they come from and what use could they be in my emptiness i think that something fuller this time is what i need like hot water perhaps for a cup for a..."></div> </div> </div>

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