RIC BASTASA Poems

i
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there is something in other
people that we all love

adore
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to the light
we aim ourselves
away from darkness
we swear
...

Life defines in Metabolism,
In reproduction,
we make our miniature selves,
our look alike
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When the big tree falls
Hit by lightning
Roared by thunder
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because people always forgive them
again and again and again and again and again and again...

a form of autism,
...

until then
the moon never says
that it understands
the language of the
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a woman dreams that she turns
into an orange bird
and on the other hand the orange
bird seeing her so beautiful and complete
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Like an uninvited
Wind, building strength
Gathering more winds
To make a storm
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at the second look you feel wasted
that beautiful face seemingly should not have been yours
it does not fit
the wrinkled soul
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