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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Spend Always For Company</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is always the case</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this money that you spend to lavish your friends<br>with anything that you can think of just to keep <br>company alive: a buffet yesterday<br>a dinner by the beach</div><div style="margin:10px 0">pizza at the yellow cab<br>and some home made ice cream and some light beer<br>some like it better with tomato cream soup<br>and others ask for a can of coke<br>one orders a bottle of mineral water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then a nice conversation is shared<br>some stories pass from one mouth to another<br>about a friend whose life is messy<br>about a wife who can no longer endure an unhappy marriage<br>with a violent husband to boot<br>making her a punching bag and the latest decision<br>to petition for an annulment of marriage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some discover about a two friends finally having a gay affair<br>and the talks become so intriguing<br>you listen, the hours pass, the nights get darker, the music gets louder<br>you just listen, you look at each face facing you<br>without any significance<br>your mind travels far away from them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you get a scoop of vanilla ice cream<br>and they ask about you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you tell them that the ice cream is so good.<br>it is not so sweet. just enough to tickle your tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then one gets so sleepy, yawns and you say that it is such a<br>very romantic night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you foot the bill. everyone is happy with you.<br>a pleasant company. <br>good night, they say, and again you are left alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">walking at dawn, and then the lights are slowly turned off.<br>the beach gets so white, with the coming of the morning sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some shadows start to vanish. another set of walkers<br>and blank faces and you say: the night is over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">good morning boracay!</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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this money that you spend to lavish your friends
with anything that you can think of just to keep 
company alive: a buffet yesterday
a dinner by the beach

pizza at the yellow cab
and some home made ice cream and some light ..."></div>
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