<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Poem Is Just A Report About What Happened Here A Night Ago</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so this young man from the mountain arrives on an unholy hour of the night knocking at the door asking for the name of his sister, a housemaid of the family, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he brings his eighteen year-old wife carrying a bundle of old clothes, and a baby still on its third month, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is raining, and they are all wet, the baby is crying hard<br> looking for milk and warmth, and she lets them in at the backdoor near<br>the kitchen, and i am on the second floor merely watching them<br>in a hurry, loud words, blames, and cautions, the master may get<br>angry at this unholy hour of the night, <br>warm coffee and some left-over bread, bare hands they like it, <br>chicken soup, and milk for the baby, and warm rags, <br>i am watching them all from the second floor of this house<br>just being this spectator, of a certan phenomenon, this poverty<br>this unequal distribution of wealth, this inability of the state to provide<br>education for its people, this unfairness of this universe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the lights in her room is finally turned off, the baby's cry dissolves in darkness. I do not think that the young malnourished couple still have sex<br>in the middle of this heavy rain, so cold, so unholy, so unjust.</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=495997" data-title="This Poem Is Just A Report About What Happened Here A Night Ago de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="and so this young man from the mountain arrives on an unholy hour of the night knocking at the door asking for the name of his sister, a housemaid of the family, he brings his eighteen year-old wife carrying a bundle of old clothes, and a baby s..."></div> </div> </div>

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