<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vivid Images</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">five brown wrinkled fingers<br>coming out from an arm of age<br>ten in all<br>when in loneliness i lay down on a rock<br>and count the years<br>and months<br>and the toes are added and the tongue<br>forms a word from my thorax<br>i<br>love<br>myself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is the declaration of my being<br>i stand and raise my arms to embrace the <br>morning sun<br>i look down<br>and see a worm<br>singing<br>its loneliness too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the leaves are falling<br>like my hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fingernails demand <br>the cutting of extremes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the silence of the night<br>sews my lips<br>seals my mouth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i remember mama<br>and i take an old picture where she is too young<br>and beautiful</div><div style="margin:10px 0">things are always moving like an age<br>like a helpless wrinkle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what do i learn from this world: <br>nihilist, i leave everything as is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no explanations<br>just a signal that we are moving forward<br>and there shall be stopping<br>until the last breath is<br>given</div><div style="margin:10px 0">off.</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=496862" data-title="Vivid Images de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="five brown wrinkled fingers coming out from an arm of age ten in all when in loneliness i lay down on a rock and count the years and months and the toes are added and the tongue forms a word from my thorax i love myself that is the declaration of..."></div> </div> </div>

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