<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>two selves: the black and white horses of Plato</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what you remember<br>is that time when you look at yourself in the mirror<br>inside a room you lock the door<br>you hear voices you suspect there is a demented spirit<br>with you, ah, the usual<br>closing of the eyes, to start with, it is like you are in a position<br>to start the race, like a gazelle hurdling a forest, you hear a bang<br>it is a gun, you see smoke to the sky, <br>you hear people cheering, there are no colors, just darkness<br>it is twilight and then <br>you open your eyes, this is not real, there is no crowd<br>there are no cheers, you only hear voices<br>and now when you are fully awake<br>you see a face, <br>and you feel so much pity for it<br>how you have harmed it<br>caused it pain that it does not deserve<br>there is a wall between two people<br>you do not penetrate it, each wants to leave each other<br>but there is no segregation, there are no departures here, <br>no sound of planes or trains, no horns no bells<br>it is just the plain silence of pity<br>enveloping the room locking the room<br>your face still wanting to escape<br>those bars<br>in the mirror.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you repeat, 'What a pity! '<br>you only have sympathy for the self<br>that you have never completely <br>become</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is the reality, you are not<br>and never shall be the perfect you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">pockmarked, scarred, twisted<br>gutted, ashed...</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=496611" data-title="Two selves: the black and white horses of Plato de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="what you remember is that time when you look at yourself in the mirror inside a room you lock the door you hear voices you suspect there is a demented spirit with you, ah, the usual closing of the eyes, to start with, it is like you are in a posit..."></div> </div> </div>

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