<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Somewhere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">somewhere you speak of a star<br>bigger<br> thirty times <br>than our star and you say<br>you have seen it from your <br>telescope<br>where you stand<br> how the star explodes<br>and then<br>gone, leaving just a space, <br>a patch of <br>black dot<br>in your eyes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not wish to understand you further<br>with your calculations<br>about the risks, the dangers, the consequences<br>of what happens<br>in that distant sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">here i am in my daily cares, i remember <br>feeding corn to the chickens, or cleaning my car, or<br>frying my cues, <br>or simply sitting by the stair<br>and just merely looking at the passing butterfly<br>hovering<br>in the summer air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what do i know about distance? <br>what do i care about distant stars<br>how they explode and how<br>the space starts to become empty, and grow another star again? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what i know of is simple enough<br>i do not know you <br>anymore, and i think, i am about to explode<br>and i think<br>i may become empty like what you are telling me<br>about that space left by the exploding star</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i am afraid<br>i am the kind of person<br>in this place<br>of the universe<br>that does not know how to grow a star again<br>after an explosion</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=493228" data-title="Somewhere de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="somewhere you speak of a star bigger thirty times than our star and you say you have seen it from your telescope where you stand how the star explodes and then gone, leaving just a space, a patch of black dot in your eyes, i do not wish to..."></div> </div> </div>

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