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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493627" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Feeling Of Self-importance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">indeed sir you are a figure to watch<br>as you enter the room<br>a strange air diffuses from the pores of your skin<br>perfumed with power and glossy with privileges<br>the gods of fortune have given you more than what <br>most of us could have deserved<br>after all those distasteful years of <br>sisyphus<br>how we pulled the stone on top<br>and how it was rolled over and over again and we <br>ordinary mortals picked it up <br>over and over again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we do not laugh at ourselves to our generous endeavors<br>we all tried to please the gods<br>yet our offerings are always inferior to yours sir</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nature has treated you special and we do not wonder why sir<br>your name is engraved in marble and the letters are made of gold<br>your genealogy matters most<br>your roots they preserved with utmost concern<br>you descended from kings <br>you ascended as the rightful king to the throne reserved for you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so this morning as you enter the room<br>you slid your finger to us dusts of the cabinet and you signified<br>we deserved to be blown away just like that</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you signaled to the guards<br>we do not deserve to sit on chairs because the floors are ours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the air is dense and your pride made it humid<br>i am fed up and i rise from my coyness and decided to leave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am weary of pretenses. i am tired of my silence.<br>i have wings. i belong to the birds. And now it is my time to fly away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in our world of wings, we do not keep air, we give them all away.<br>we are so light, and we fly to our kind of height. we are always alone.</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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as you enter the room
a strange air diffuses from the pores of your skin
perfumed with power and glossy with privileges
the gods of fortune have given you more than what 
most of us could have deserved
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