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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497111" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>what GOD says to all those snakes...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this afternoon some snakes come into the house<br>(literally not those snakes with slimy skin<br>and without feet) <br>for there are snakes that walk like real people<br>complete with heads and <br>other usual parts like the way your friends look like<br>when you dine<br>and you pay<br>when they tell you stories and you listen<br>and you know<br>that these are all not true<br>but because of respect you nod just the same<br>and say, ok, ok, i agree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this afternoon these snakes come to the house<br>and we had coffee and biscuits<br>the usual afternoon talk and bonding<br>i may not have changed, but they do not know that there is also the fox in me<br>but still considerate and forgiving and patient and kind<br>all giving</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they ask for rice and viand<br>and they talk about their undeserved poverty<br>and without questions <br>i give them what they ask and pray for<br>no harm <br>nothing big for such a kind man like me<br>i am not an angry man<br>my hands are open, my fingers are spread<br>like tributaries from the rivers to the seas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes my fingers ache for these friends are snakes and they all<br>love to bite<br>blood flows from my tips<br>and the carpet gets stained</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i am not an angry man<br>and i am as patient as ten spiders webbing from one wall to the other<br>well, normal as i am <br>i get fed up sometimes and tempted to shout and drive them away<br>but i look to the sky<br>and talk to my God and then i begin to ask silently<br>all those questions<br>how to deal with snakes<br>and God says: 'my son, these snakes are your brothers and sisters<br>feed them well, please me<br>for i am the owner of the sea and the land and the sky<br>yours is but a coin<br>a patch, an atom<br>and so negligible</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in fact, my son, you own nothing, you only manage what i own<br>and give you<br>feed them all, make them comfortable<br>do not argue, do not say a dirty word<br>look at me, they bit me too<br>but did i say a word? you haven't heard me<br>for like you, snake or man or god<br>you are all my children....</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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