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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Simmer And The Big Ouch...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">these are the rainy nights &<br>the rainy days<br>36 hours and more<br> and they all warn about<br>a blackout, <br>expect landslides, let not your children<br>go to school, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">these are the figures of speech for the<br>heavy rain, <br>outside this big house, the strong smell of paint<br>shares the pride of the patter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">actually, one shadow tries to make sense that<br>it is owned by another body, <br>for how can shadows exist if there is nothing<br>tangible as flesh and bones? but the light says<br>i own you, i only reflect you from that<br>perceived owner of your existence<br>for without me behind this mass, <br>you are nowhere to be found<br>alas! , </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rain keeps mocking the road, <br>striking each corner with a hundred hammers<br>proclaiming alliance with clogged canals<br>and broken bridges<br>and chipped off<br>hills, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how does one make sense with metaphors of rains<br>and heaviness of feelings? overflowing rivers and<br>the embracing arms of the seven seas? <br>a moment of grief<br>a few drops of silence....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how does the rain pour and be relieved of the<br>problems of that great space, dark and limitless<br>horrible to the understanding of the sandman? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how come we are all scattered thoughts unable to form<br>a dissertation? life is simple. Life can be simple. As you must like it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how do you like life? You are complicating the equations<br>threatening calculus without solutions.<br>how life must be liked? how unreasonable do we really become? <br>how cowardly do we embrace that sometimes<br>there is nothing more that we can grasp any more any further</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then we<br>say: Lord, i love you with all my heart and soul and mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are limping. Lame, broken bone. Feet of different lengths<br>Tipsy boats. Uneven universe. Twisted bridges of<br>life's codes. Blind, and Deaf structures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We believe in one God. <br>That is our chant against the wizards of<br>Ouch. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive me<br>I am a simmer.</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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a blackout, 
expect landslides, let not your children
go to school, 

these are the figures of speech for the
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outside this big house, the strong sm..."></div>
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