<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spectator....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">everyday the fathers escort their kids to school in this place where i live<br>fronting my house where the kindergarten school is built</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fathers talk a lot while waiting and i am listening as the distance is<br>just near the window where i sit and observe where i keep on writing a lot of<br>stories and whatever is coming inside my brain...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the talk travels on their orbits in circular fashion without a specific direction<br>just passing the hours consuming every minute while waiting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then the bell rings and the kids go out from their rooms rushing to the arms of<br>their fathers who pick them up and put them on their seats on the motorcycle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is 12 noon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the motorcycles one by one leaves the place and proceeds to their houses<br>this happens every day except during Saturdays and Sundays where the place<br>is so silent and empty except for the rustle of some leaves that fall from <br>the mahogany trees on windy days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which is not always</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am faithful to this scenery. <br>i am the spectator watching the fullness and emptiness of some days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">figuring out<br>relevance.</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=495349" data-title="The Spectator.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="everyday the fathers escort their kids to school in this place where i live fronting my house where the kindergarten school is built the fathers talk a lot while waiting and i am listening as the distance is just near the window where i sit and o..."></div> </div> </div>

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