<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Poem This Afternoon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this poem<br>has nothing much to give you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some words<br>discarded that i <br>keep again<br>on this monitor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps garbage<br>or dust or pieces of<br>scratch papers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but somehow<br>i go on writing, <br>without any purpose<br>at all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in mind, just<br>to let the hours pass<br>by<br>the minutes wasted<br>for having to wait<br>on something else, <br>the next scene<br>another event<br>of my life<br>a meeting in <br>another room<br>a riding of<br>a vehicle to the city<br>and then<br>wait again for the<br>students in the<br>university</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i talk much<br>and write too<br>little</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for hours and hours<br>until it gets so dark<br>at the late hour<br>of the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then i go home<br>drive my car<br>no talking now<br>just paying attention <br>to the road<br>meeting my face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the faint sound<br>of the aircon<br>of the car until i<br>arrive on the side <br>of the house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the gate opens<br>i turn on the light<br>and go inside the room<br>to sleep<br>on this chilly evening.</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=495998" data-title="This Poem This Afternoon de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="this poem has nothing much to give you some words discarded that i keep again on this monitor perhaps garbage or dust or pieces of scratch papers, but somehow i go on writing, without any purpose at all in mind, just to let the hours pass b..."></div> </div> </div>

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