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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Know That It Aches A Lot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you know that it aches a lot<br>my dear<br>so why take it and<br>venture some more<br>with the exercises of <br>pain and sorrow<br>and strict discipline<br>like kung-fu at dawn<br>on top of the cliffs<br>and mountains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you shy away<br>and tell yourself <br>this is the proper time<br>to quit and hide<br>away from this <br>wasted time and <br>unnecessary trouble</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you justify: i have other<br>better things to do<br>like licking sweet<br>strawberry ice cream<br>or drinking my <br>favorite light beer<br>or simply strolling<br>in the park with my<br>favorite dog<br>or having fun<br>with my younger <br>friends and singing<br>the videoke with<br>them on lazy afternoons<br>or visiting gardens<br>during holidays</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or making money<br>and taking time to study<br>and evade with legal<br>validity my taxes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">oh well, you make <br>your choice and it <br>does not matter.<br>it is your life and <br>this is my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but oh well, wait.<br>when it does not ache<br>anymore, the joy is <br>a hundred times <br>greater than the pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see, i am always<br>feeling it...<br>now in thousands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this bliss of expressing<br>myself in the art that the<br>gods have handed <br>years, and many years ago</div><div style="margin:10px 0">eons, and eons, and <br>so many have really<br>forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i just love this and<br>i could have taken<br>you to the place<br>of the burning bush<br>the holy ground<br>the love of my life<br>and my way of<br>communing with<br>all the gods.</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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my dear
so why take it and
venture some more
with the exercises of 
pain and sorrow
and strict discipline
like kung-fu at dawn
on top of the cliffs
and mountains

you shy away
and tell yourself 
this is the proper time..."></div>
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