<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What We Have Become</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the shallow part of the river<br>we decide to play: life is a game<br>we like to believe that<br>our arms drip like cold water<br>on the side of the glass <br>that you hold when you have felt<br>the first thirst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i shall not satisfy you<br>and so i have become the bait<br>of the fish<br>you have become more interested<br>on what i have to say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not to be mistaken as trivial<br>i have also taken more glances at you<br>i believe you<br>and so with this trust i ask you to go with me<br>to the deep part of the sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i swim first then you follow<br>you know how to swim and you swim well in fact<br>like a fish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the shallow part<br>i told you that nothing is hidden<br>nothing signifies anything<br>the stones are stones<br>and nothing else<br>your questions are just ordinary questions<br>which i have answered to well</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you believe me more until<br>we dive deep<br>deeper into the ocean floor<br>where the sands though silent<br>have more to say<br>than what i can tell you<br>the stones on the sides of the deep<br>now are telling you more<br>and you begin to understand<br>why for all those years<br>on that dry land<br>i have kept my silence<br>my distance.</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=497282" data-title="What We Have Become de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="in the shallow part of the river we decide to play: life is a game we like to believe that our arms drip like cold water on the side of the glass that you hold when you have felt the first thirst i shall not satisfy you and so i have become the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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