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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494206" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fact....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">they pretended to be there<br>and they want us naked </div><div style="margin:10px 0">one day, and it is as usual cold<br>they ask us to undress and hypnotized<br>we do everything just as they wanted...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are drinking their cups of tea<br>and their bodies are well wrapped with their clothes<br>their heads with caps and their<br>feet with their socks and shoes on...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we believe what they are always telling us<br>that everything is all right<br>that there is nothing to worry about these truths<br>that when naked everything will be fine and <br>as the rule keeps on saying<br>we shall soon be happy and free....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is nighttime<br>and there is no star<br> not a single star in the heavens<br>and we follow their orders<br>and we plunge into that cold and wide river<br>we are like the buffaloes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we shiver<br>it is so cold in here<br>and there is no star in the heavens<br>there is only the whisper of the incoming rain<br>the stoic silence of the night<br>the sighs of the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>we think we are dreaming<br>for when we open our eyes again after we dip ourselves in the waters<br>they are no longer there anymore<br>leaving us<br>with the traces of their laughter<br>the coldness of their indifference<br>the acridity of their<br>hatred</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are fools<br>we follow the orders and we have never used those innate lights within<br>our hearts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our heads bow<br>our feet in complete surrender<br>our toes protrude in the open</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but it is not late yet<br>we still have time to wake up<br> and to get away from this cold river<br>we rise<br>we dry our hair and resume with the comfort of the heat of our clothes<br>we take our walk toward the house<br>back home<br>and settle in our own fireplace<br>we take our seats now<br>properly as we listen finally to the dictates of our conscience<br>our own songs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as we make ourselves open<br>to the coming of our own destinies<br>beside us <br>is reason.</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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one day, and it is as usual cold
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we do everything just as they wanted...

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