<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Untitled 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.<br>After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, <br>we ourselves flash and yearn, <br>and moreover, my mother told me as a boy<br>'Ever to confess you're bored<br>means you have no</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inner Resources.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I conclude now I have no<br>inner resources, because I am heavy bored.<br>Peoples bore me, <br>literature bores me, especially great literature, <br>Sandro bores me, with his plights & gripes<br>as bad as Achilles, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.<br>And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag<br>and somehow a dog<br>has taken itself & its tail considerably away<br>into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving<br>behind: me, wag.</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=496735" data-title="Untitled 3 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover, my mother told me as a boy 'Ever to confess you're bored means you have no Inner Resources.' I conclude..."></div> </div> </div>

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