<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Poem Shall Tinker With Mood And Meaning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">silence silenced, and dreams dreamt, <br>and the speaker that listens upon the beatings of his heart<br>like a little drum inside his chest. <br>it is this resounding. this re-echoing<br>that like a spoon and knife to a porcelain plate<br>tinkers with the meat and beans, <br>segregating, and choosing little things<br>in colors and smell, and swallowing some and <br>throwing out the rest of what we<br>like to have inside us. sorrow and pain.<br>joy and bliss. yours and mine. you and i.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">these are categories that we see and feel, <br>and care and care less and choose.<br>we tinker with mood. we like always to choose, <br>and discriminate, the spoon is a spoon and the fork is a fork.<br>and the knife that cuts, <br>we are careful enough. There is meaning now.<br>Blood drops out from your veins, and some beans<br>turn red. You cull out, what you want to believe.<br>you leave and carry with you<br>what is painless. That is as simple as that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">more or less, either/or. write the name of the person<br>that you love. Burn those that hurt you. Close the door. <br>Open the window. See the sun. And let always the moon<br>to kiss you by your window. It does not know what a door is.</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=494566" data-title="The Last Poem Shall Tinker With Mood And Meaning de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="silence silenced, and dreams dreamt, and the speaker that listens upon the beatings of his heart like a little drum inside his chest. it is this resounding. this re-echoing that like a spoon and knife to a porcelain plate tinkers with the meat a..."></div> </div> </div>

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