<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495325" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sound Of Bye Bye</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i feel at the last moment<br>the weirdness of the situation<br>time hangs itself<br>but you never smell the stinking dead hour<br>you see, i never had that snorkeling<br>it was too cold<br>the see blurs the fish<br>the rain comes heavily</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so i simply sit the whole day<br>on one of those rattan chairs facing the blue pool of water<br>beside the purple bougainvillea tree<br>i can't say i am sad<br>perhaps i am just too sleepy to remember anything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or perhaps i fall upon a chasm of the hours<br>and so i never remember the pain<br>the hours pass gently <br>it is already five in the afternoon<br>the boat arrives and<br>i am taken back<br>to the place where i do not belong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i keep on moving for motion's sake<br>no agenda, no place of destination<br>just an itinerary prepared by someone<br>who thinks that money must be saved<br>as i willing throw them all away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the boat sails upon a silvery surface<br>the boat has an eye<br>it is simply doing what must be done<br>under these peculiar circumstances<br>slicing the water<br>making the sound of bye byes.</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=495325" data-title="The Sound Of Bye Bye de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i feel at the last moment the weirdness of the situation time hangs itself but you never smell the stinking dead hour you see, i never had that snorkeling it was too cold the see blurs the fish the rain comes heavily and so i simply sit the whole..."></div> </div> </div>

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