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the earthly bias....
you are
this man torn between
sky and sea
you belong to the earth
take note
pray
that the sky shall not blind you
neither the
sea to drown you
take the middle
compromise, compromise,
compromise
always have that
compromise
the earth is still the most
beautiful place
to live
give it the bias
that for the meantime
it deserves
RIC S. BASTASA
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the echo
i make a sound
around the sides of the mountain
like walls to my being
the sound comes back to me
over and over again
like a conscience barking
a dog fenced
barking without end
i listened
and i wonder if it is the first sound
i made
what we do and say comes back to us
begging
that it would have been better if we have not
done and said them at all
RIC S. BASTASA
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the echo of the words
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
but i am ok, i am ok, i am ok.
RIC S. BASTASA
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the echo, the mocking bird
to produce the echo
i need one single voice
to make the sound
i need the hill and another hill
sort of wall
where the voice is trapped
and bounce
from one corner to another
and there you have
the echo
you are the sound
i am the hill
and another hill
i am many
much many than you
expect
do you see that tree
higher than your roof?
i am that hill beyond
the grassy field
do you see the mockingbird
sitting on the twig?
please do not mention
any name
do not drag
another one
but if no one admits
well,
it could be me
i supposed so, it can be me too.
RIC S. BASTASA
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