<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fierceness Of Memories...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fierceness of a a memory is carried by the colored flags of<br>this island</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it should have been a celebration but it is not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wind is strong in this low season<br>and the waves are eating too much of the white sands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i can sense your anger, but i am walking away like a man without thoughts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have accepted all these anger like the way i am walking away from<br>everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i sit upon a chair i take a number on that early morning<br>when chairs are all empty when stores are closed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the money changers have not opened yet<br>and i wait and i go through these process of surfing without something</div><div style="margin:10px 0">definite, there are no questions in my mind<br>there is only my presence to myself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am bound, i know, i am helpless <br>ly still bound to you, and when love comes i close my eyes thinking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">about your face and body, and when i burst into a scream<br>i take the composure of decency by not mentioning even the syllable of your name</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is still respect for love despite its cruelty to me.</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=494237" data-title="The Fierceness Of Memories... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the fierceness of a a memory is carried by the colored flags of this island it should have been a celebration but it is not the wind is strong in this low season and the waves are eating too much of the white sands i can sense your anger, but i..."></div> </div> </div>

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