<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495767" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There Is No Sense At All</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">just like you i sit on a rock beside the raging waves of the sea<br>some salty water spattering on the foreskin of my head<br>turning into crystal under the hot sun of March</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i think of the falling leaves from the trees of an old forest<br>i recall the sound of the hush of their departures so much like<br>the constant leaving of the waves that come and then go on the shore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this drifting so common among us that we are no longer<br>distinguishing one from the other<br>all things taking so many similarities and then someone is lost<br>with no difference</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the seagull lonely in its flight towards a distant island<br>is just like any other seagull singing its lonely song within its feathered body<br>the man remembering and hearing again the old songs of love broken<br>shattered pieces of self trying to resemble again an old self<br>is just any man on the street looking for something he can hold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps for a lifetime, he picks up something and tries to make a difference<br>a pebble from other pebbles, a cellophane sheet landing on his hand from </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the air and looks at it against the sun. Something flimsy and so trivial.<br>He throws it away and continues walking along the lonely streets at night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no one there. There is nothing there. Something unknown still.</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=495767" data-title="There Is No Sense At All de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="just like you i sit on a rock beside the raging waves of the sea some salty water spattering on the foreskin of my head turning into crystal under the hot sun of March i think of the falling leaves from the trees of an old forest i recall the sou..."></div> </div> </div>

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