<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those Classical Ones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">these are the bitter pills<br>of our sad existence<br>what sadness plus bitterness<br>what existence is this<br>but these classical ones the moment<br>they are played<br>at those times through the radio sets<br>of our neighbors<br>as though the world stops revolving<br>and flowers from the skies<br>all petals fall<br>our bodies buried beneath them<br>not dead but <br>resurrected<br>our hands reach the stars<br>and we become so alive<br>like new sprouted beans<br>offered by all the cracks of<br>the dying earth</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=496019" data-title="Those Classical Ones de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="these are the bitter pills of our sad existence what sadness plus bitterness what existence is this but these classical ones the moment they are played at those times through the radio sets of our neighbors as though the world stops revolving and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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