<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>10:49 P.M. And Undefinite With What To Write</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this sickness that compels me to write. There is this nausea that makes me<br>capture the words.<br>There is this pain that opens me up<br>to images</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all images that soon appear like shadows of birds on the side of a hill<br>above <br>the full moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this void that behaves like a big mouth but cannot speak.<br>there is this silence that <br>dignifies<br>my loneliness. It is like an old woman waiting for no one by the stairs facing<br>the dusty road in an old country.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have these eyes that look for nothing like a dead man staring without feeling<br>what lies there in front of those who scrutinize an event.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this trembling of the flesh in the arms while facing the monitor<br>inside a closed room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this peace in exhaustion.<br>there is this knowledge of a dead end and there are no cars there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this walk without a definite direction.<br>there is this purpose that you cannot describe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are lots of lost meanings that slip from our tongues and which we cannot<br>utter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this game of boredom where we are all losers.<br>there is this acceptance without question because there is nothing worth<br>asking anymore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after all these years<br>when we age and we do not care.</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=483654" data-title="10:49 P.M. And Undefinite With What To Write de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there is this sickness that compels me to write. There is this nausea that makes me capture the words. There is this pain that opens me up to images all images that soon appear like shadows of birds on the side of a hill above the full moon. th..."></div> </div> </div>

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