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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brown Out And The Brown Barking Dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, the last poem was saved<br>from a sudden brownout and yes the brown dog did not stop barking<br>on the road lined with pruned indian trees where a stack of leaves<br>are left to dry<br>on a very hot noon day in my poor country</div><div style="margin:10px 0">until the knock on the door is heard and finally the maid opens<br>the door to the stranger: your brother gone abroad <br>for work to save money for his six children<br>to feed and send to school and he brings you some gifts<br>toblerone chocolates<br>and californian red wine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hugs and hugs and warmth<br>and some stories to tell about the united states of america<br>chicago in particular<br>and las vegas at the end where one of your cousins made a good fortune<br>where some invitations are extended<br>where you may stay for three days and enjoy the casino and the <br>moving lights and some parties</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the brown barking dog now lays peacefully by the door with big ears<br>listening to a conversation between brothers: one who likes to stay <br>forever in one place<br>and one who seeks his destiny somewhere else</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some snacks no smoke no lies now just stories and <br>missing and a promise to be good <br>to offer prayers for our dead parents<br>mass tomorrow morning and a coming party for the relatives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">little joys, bitter memories, some expectations and hopes for a better future<br>slice the cake and sip the soup <br>some thoughts that better be left inside our minds<br>silence and in between words that like to lurk <br>inside the walls of our mouths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what do you really expect from me? from what i write, well, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">well, sometimes, there is nothing to say, except to tell you<br>the brown-out is still here, and i am working on a standby power<br>rushing with my lines <br>keeping with my word</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to save my last poem, and it may not be the last after all<br>just finishing it<br>for you, trying to tell you that sometimes in our lives we say nothing on <br>purpose but just to be descriptive about what is happening<br>between us<br>no judgments, no choosing and telling which is wrong which is right<br>just watching and savoring ourselves and not commenting anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just living together sometimes even better with each other on some distance<br>so when we meet<br>we say we miss each other: just describing and watching and telling and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes writing<br>using some other powers: the standby power till it is finally exhausted and gone</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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from a sudden brownout and yes the brown dog did not stop barking
on the road lined with pruned indian trees where a stack of leaves
are left to dry
on a very hot noon day in my poor country

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