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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death That Perfects Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like the way you show your back to me<br>i see you and you do not see me<br>that is the principle of my secret.<br>my world changes when you face me<br>in your being disinterested<br> nothing matters<br>i do not wish for more, <br>i do not need some stars <br>in my heavens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my gaze to you is enough as<br> i go home again <br>incomplete, <br>like two hands opening to the sky<br>asking for light <br>or even rain and nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">comes <br>to fill what my palms are longing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i close my hands again to cover<br> my face in shame.<br>For i have not changed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No matter how, <br>i will never change.<br>i am this child and <br>i am the father of this man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in my old age, <br>i am still my own child<br>the child whose mouth not any milk from any mother <br>can satiate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is written in the skies<br>my name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the name of dissatisfaction<br>and it wants to have a body <br>which must be reborn<br>until it finds what it has been searching</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where is true love? <br>have you found it? <br>if sometime i find it, <br> that when i kiss i am also kissed back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when my fire is burned by another fire<br>when all of me is a forest<br>and consumed by wild fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what can i ask? <br>i will not ask even for a dropp of rain<br>or a pinch of salt<br>or a syllable for understanding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But i do not have it now.<br>I know what is enough. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have long defined it<br>in my series of deaths.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know when it comes, <br>i can recognize completely its face <br>when it arrives.<br>when i hold it, i shall die<br>but i shall not<br>ask to be born again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for by that time, <br>i am rested as a stone<br>beside a hill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not wish to be rolled again<br>neither shall i ask<br>Sisyphus to put me back to that same<br>place on top</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for by that time<br>i am dead and so complete.</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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i see you and you do not see me
that is the principle of my secret.
my world changes when you face me
in your being disinterested
 nothing matters
i do not wish for more, 
i do not need some stars 
in my hea..."></div>
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