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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wailings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are so many things that attract us<br>when we are alone our skin begins to nibble<br>we try not to be noticed, some taboos still exist<br>things that we think can do more harm to our hair<br>they had been falling like shreds of light on sunsets<br>when we speak we do not really pay attention to words<br>our eyes look beyond the garden fusing with a horizon<br>that marks a line between the past and present<br>sometimes i keep looking for the future like something<br>that i do not really believe that it exists<br>sexists, so many of them around us but we always miss<br>its real definition, we grapple for what we think is reality<br>you hint that it must not be something destructive as <br>unwanted fire in the other side of the room other than the kitchen<br>that it must be as smooth as the edge of a happy thought<br>as constructive as a plane that is so sharp cutting some <br>rough edges of the unwanted wood for the cabinet<br>somehow i like to write in-order to mislead you<br>guessing that this is the only thing that may give birth<br>to an interest in life, to drive you away from a disaster of sleep, <br>to make you skip the harsh trees along the road that draw mishaps<br>people do love what they fail to understand<br>equating it with mystery, with the selves that they want to delete<br>not knowing that it cannot be, because it simply can't be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a stone no matter how extraordinary at the end<br>becomes the best sculpture carried by the soldiers of the emperor<br>to become the centerpiece of the empress' garden.</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>
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when we are alone our skin begins to nibble
we try not to be noticed, some taboos still exist
things that we think can do more harm to our hair
they had been falling like shreds of light on sunsets
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