<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496462" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Too Much Truth...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we arrive here<br>we carried with us our own lies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we keep them<br>and we survived</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when they come and see us<br>for the first time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they keep wondering why unlike<br>them we glow with happiness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we did not tell them the truth as usual<br>we believe that it is not necessary</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from that distant place where we left<br>we have seen how too much of truth </div><div style="margin:10px 0">has killed the land and its natives<br>how the lies were driven away like flies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they swat what are some of the possibilities<br>those white ghosts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">those black birds that guide us to places<br>that we never once imagine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we discover are islets of desires<br>those that they shy away from</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we have masks that protect us from so much brightness<br>we have boots from mud</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we have words<br>and with their pretensions we have learned the art of </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hedonistic euphemisms<br>the artistry of phrases the promises of incomplete clauses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some periods are angry<br>but our commas still smile.</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=496462" data-title="Too Much Truth... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when we arrive here we carried with us our own lies we keep them and we survived when they come and see us for the first time they keep wondering why unlike them we glow with happiness we did not tell them the truth as usual we believe that it..."></div> </div> </div>

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