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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495598" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>the white winged Pegasus and the dreamer....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">writing most likely as felt (by me) is more of a travel in the past, <br>you reminisce, your nostalgia bloats like a trouble in your kidney<br>you wish to filter all dirt from clean memories, hoping that what finally must be written are only those good and health ones, those that can propel you to a better destination, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes Pegasus comes and lands on your writing table to the size of a pen, blows his nose, waggles it tail telling you that he is now ready to take you to that wasted patch of your past, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you take heed, ride on its back, taken by his wings to one segment of your life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with mother, in her birthplace, somewhere in Mindanao, before the war broke out, <br>she was with your Aunt Olang, whose U.S. army husband succumb to the bionets of the Japanese platoon, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and who for just a short time finds the substitute of the local guerrilla named Magno, who sharpens his bolo to gather coconut wine, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the kitchen you cousin Panit is opening a can of sardines to be cooked with some yellow noddles for supper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wood is scarce and so is water, but laughter is innumerable, <br>it seems that people laugh for no reason at all, in the middle of that war</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you look at the roof with leaks, rain comes at night and everyone is transferring places since the pillows and blankets are all wet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is suffering then, but laughter is always there to cure all the <br>lapses and insufficiency</div><div style="margin:10px 0">harshness, hardships have no place for people whose hearts are attuned to being contented with what is available for the moment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you want to settle there but the winged Pegasus is already restless<br>he has to serve other clients who still want to go back to their pasts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you wonder if this white winged horse understand people who want to live<br>and bury their future in the past, accepting the fact that in there<br>they are happier....</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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