<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Asker...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i hear the sounds of engines<br>running the road, and then the children<br>holding hands lead by the mother<br>there are screeches of brakes<br>a busy street, a mob of people <br>an entrance to the mall filled with<br>so many people, <br>i see a taxi unloading passengers<br>i chance upon a falling rain<br>and two lovers running for shelter<br>blinking lights against a dark night<br>smoke from the lips of waiters<br>clicking high heels of women on <br>shiny tiles, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can i just be another disinterested<br>onlooker? how can i seal my ears and<br>live a world where i am just the only<br>occupant? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can i cease to be this one kind<br>of child asking so many questions?</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=493781" data-title="The Asker... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i hear the sounds of engines running the road, and then the children holding hands lead by the mother there are screeches of brakes a busy street, a mob of people an entrance to the mall filled with so many people, i see a taxi unloading passeng..."></div> </div> </div>

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