<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yulo....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">he passes by the house<br>though there is a doorbell he calls my name<br>(in fact, he is shouting that there is a man<br>with a covered face overtaking him and<br>takes refuge in the flowering bushes beside the fence) <br>i compromise and pretend that i agree with him<br>he is drunk, his wife left him, his children too<br>and lives in the old house<br>all alone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so where is the man? he says it is a shadow<br>a robust one, and it is running too fast past him<br>he is tipsy, his curly hair is glistening with oil<br>i mean it is unwashed for days<br>he is with a gay friend, a transvestite and<br>more beautiful than his wife</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no man, there is no shadow, <br>i know, that he is lost, there is nothing to fear<br>but he has all these fears<br>of insufficiency, the incapacity to know what the real problem<br>is.<br>My house is fenced. I cannot invite one like him and have a drink.<br>I give him a bottle of whiskey, and tells his transvestite friend to take him<br>to the old house, <br>now at least, he is not alone anymore<br>someone is warm, someone loves him now, perhaps<br>higher than his dog, that waggles its tail<br>as soon as the front door is opened.</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=498133" data-title="Yulo.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="he passes by the house though there is a doorbell he calls my name (in fact, he is shouting that there is a man with a covered face overtaking him and takes refuge in the flowering bushes beside the fence) i compromise and pretend that i agree wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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