<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Messy Life...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this house where we live<br>is just a train station and we are the trains always leaving to places<br>leaving smoke and<br>splinters of our <br>steel wheels</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then when the real time comes for change<br>we only become passengers moving and moving and waving hands<br>the train station becomes a mark<br>that we soon forget in the books<br>on broken ears<br>and folded pages but we do not remember any page<br>not even the idea<br>of the character that we claim to have loved that much</div><div style="margin:10px 0">things are messy really<br>but who cares? we look forward to the flashes of hills and towns<br>everything fades <br>like overused denims.</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=484647" data-title="A Messy Life... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="this house where we live is just a train station and we are the trains always leaving to places leaving smoke and splinters of our steel wheels then when the real time comes for change we only become passengers moving and moving and waving hands..."></div> </div> </div>

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