<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Earth For Free...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sensing that you do not wish to talk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or engage in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">oral intercourse like those previous<br>free falling conversations<br>which we<br>conclude to be honest and candid and free<br>and agreeable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i stopped talking too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">talking is not important anyway because<br>my fingers<br>have taken as many mouths as there are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">without being loud</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i respect your silence but somehow i detest your way of<br>surrendering to the helplessness of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i remember when i was told that tomorrow will be my last day<br>and which happened to be false</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i visited friends and knock from one door to another<br>telling them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that i love talking and that talking relieves me from the pain of<br>having been given only one day to live</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when i have not gathered the sunflower which shall bloom in February<br>when my book shall arrive next week before<br>i shall close my eyes<br>and cease breathing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we were under a pyramidal roof<br>surrounded by coconut trees<br>beyond us the sea and some white painted boats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the seagulls are busy catching fish on their beaks<br>while fishermen arrive with salt on their bodies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it was that time that i notice that this world is so beautiful<br>and the people too friendly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and yet<br>when we leave and be away for good and think that out there<br>there is more to all these</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is that sense of obligation to comply<br>this is not our home but just a hotel and we must not be too ungrateful to stay some more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because we did not pay anything at all.</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=494163" data-title="The Earth For Free... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sensing that you do not wish to talk or engage in oral intercourse like those previous free falling conversations which we conclude to be honest and candid and free and agreeable i stopped talking too talking is not important anyway because my..."></div> </div> </div>

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