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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493457" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Swaggering Thoughts....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've been writing about <br>what i have not told you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or never shall it tell each<br>part of this roving whole</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this whale in my belly<br>these planktons in my mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at a certain point<br>there is that predator and <br>prey page of my life<br>that you shall not ever read</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and this gives me<br>my dream of<br>freedom where i am myself <br>without your<br>knowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am always myself<br>but my touch to your cheek<br>shall not tell it</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>there is always an inside<br>story<br>on a writer's documentary<br>episode</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this face that has not given<br>you the clue<br>of that brewing revolution<br>inside the world <br>drawn by my eyes<br>into the labyrinths of <br>my intestinal<br>anxieties<br>acidic storms<br>spasmodic series</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>soon someone shall tell you<br>and hand you the maps of my<br>journey and you shall be surprised<br>what places have i visited<br>without you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i fear that hour of <br>revelation where i shall become<br>completely a stranger<br>to you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where your hands shall shake<br>when your tongue dislikes the <br>taste of my<br>existence<br>my flavor is as bland as<br>old age</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>you will tell your friends on<br>one of those parties-<br>'oh, he is like that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he is an imagination of my mind<br>he is a mist in the mountain<br>he is the fog <br>that hangs on one of the trees'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>and you assure them<br>this matter will just come to pass<br>an ice melting<br>seeping on one of those porous rocks<br>and then be<br>invisible to the layers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of rain on a sunny day<br>nothing is surprising anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything is as normal as<br>switching light to a room when<br>the night comes without<br>any excuse </div><div style="margin:10px 0">after denial, you know what comes <br>next<br>wholehearted acceptance<br>no matter how silly<br>how sinful perhaps</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>i like it this way-<br>'i am a thought, you can always dismiss<br>me<br>as a foam of the mouth<br>of the guy who <br>is suffering from <br>seizure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a whiffing cream<br>on a home baked cake</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a dew on the morning's leaf<br>an orange<br>appearing with a glossy skin<br>beside an afternoon<br>window...'</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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what i have not told you

or never shall it tell each
part of this roving whole

this whale in my belly
these planktons in my mind

at a certain point
there is that predator and 
prey page of my life
that you shall not eve..."></div>
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