<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Talking To Oneself</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">why do you follow me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i repeat<br>i do not have roses in my hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not carry a bowl of soup<br>a basket of fried chickens</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do you like the contours<br>of my back? <br>there are no muscles on it<br>nothing smooth like the skin of a morning leaf</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do you see a map there? <br>or a pot of gold at the feet of my rainbow? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can i ever have<br>a rainbow? <br>there is no pot of gold<br>pure myth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are you falling in love with my<br>tracks? <br>they are not like the tracks of <br>gazelles<br>nothing like the softness of deers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are all sculptures<br>of mud <br>animal dung are its<br>possibilities of content</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">unlike all journeys<br>you must know by now that mine<br>has no<br>exact destination<br>there is no time here<br>nothing like the calculated arrivals of<br>weathers<br>nothing like the predictability of the <br>seasons</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why do you follow me? why are you always following me? <br>i am a little bit disturbed<br>likely and sooner i will be perturbed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>do you love the bounty of my <br>emptiness? it is an empty bowl on the side of <br>the abandoned house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are you not scared by the monster<br>of my nothingness? they are the ghosts who cannot <br>locate the entrances of their rests<br>they are those long dead but who could not find<br>eternal peace<br>they are the restless screams of the unthinkable souls<br>of Hades</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>i always move away<br>that is the only kind of motion that i know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shadow, oh shadow, why do you follow me? <br>light, oh amazing light, why do you cast it upon myself? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>this is the only pleasure that i have<br>i talk to myself.</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=493526" data-title="Talking To Oneself de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="why do you follow me? i repeat i do not have roses in my hands i do not carry a bowl of soup a basket of fried chickens do you like the contours of my back? there are no muscles on it nothing smooth like the skin of a morning leaf do you see..."></div> </div> </div>

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