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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When I Talk And Think About Albert</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes <br>(did i tell you that this is my<br>favorite word?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am shocked by my own<br>ingenuity<br>(sometimes i equate it with<br>shallowness<br>a loquacious mouth of the river<br>falling upon<br>a rock and smashing its<br>hands on the<br>floor of the<br>earth) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i blame myself for<br>changing the meaning of a word<br>like the way<br>i am changing the meaning of <br>my life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(or perhaps the lives of<br>other people<br>around me) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">creating landscapes<br>putting trees where there are<br>no mountain<br>putting talkative women<br>in the house where<br>the house is still a<br>thought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(a student wants to say<br>i am crazy<br>but there is also a doubt<br>whether i am <br>one<br>she has the wisdom of<br>keeping her<br>mouth in the silent<br>mode) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am not stupid<br>not crazy i still know what right<br>is, <br>i can still tell you <br>who are those in the left<br>side of the <br>equation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one day<br>i redefined a poem<br>it need not be a house<br>with a door and<br>windows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i can simply be stairs<br>or path<br>it can simply be a star<br>on the roof</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it can simply be a conversation<br>without a direction<br>like a Freudian dialogue on<br>the sofa<br>where comfort is actually<br>moving the paths<br>of meteors<br>with a broom and<br>light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(do you always talk<br>to achieve <br>fulfill a mission? <br>what is your mission? <br>what is your<br>purpose?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">women go to the market<br>buy some things<br>for the kitchen<br>they do not linger upon a<br>talk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">men go to their work<br>thinking about their kids<br>most of the time<br>they do not bother about<br>work really<br>they also dwell in the bodies<br>of other women<br>about those nights away<br>from the eyes<br>of their wives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">people have scattered minds<br>unto each other<br>they pretend that they are devoted<br>into something<br>worthwhile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kids go to school<br>carrying bags filled with books<br>that they do not bother really reading<br>if they have to be honest<br>about who they are<br>the only care for the games of their<br>minds in those<br>playgrounds and <br>play stations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what kind of world is this<br>there are only so few<br>that live<br>so many people are going to<br>the places of death<br>without really knowing<br>each step</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the famous man (you know his name) <br>discovered the bomb<br>and from then own<br>they own all these countries of this world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he is the real meaning and so they claim<br>him to be<br>the only meaning of this world<br>a nuclear god<br>who cannot die in that history of pain<br>and misery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">may his soul (if he has one) <br>rest in peace.</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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(did i tell you that this is my
favorite word?) 

i am shocked by my own
ingenuity
(sometimes i equate it with
shallowness
a loquacious mouth of the river
falling upon
a rock and smashing its
hands on the
floor of the
earth) 

i blame m..."></div>
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