<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At This Hour, It Is The Deep Of The Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at this hour, it is the deep of the night<br>calm, <br>silent, <br>there is no wind blowing, i can hear the typing<br>of words <br>in this keyboard, this personal computer, writing, <br>because i cannot sleep, after we made love, because i am still<br>thinking what to do with my life, <br>what is the next move, <br>after love, <br>when there is no hate, because i have stopped feeling altogether<br>all those years, <br>and the years shall come slowly like some growing children<br>in your eyes, not seeing how the cells add to become their innocent eyes, <br>i am here again at midnight, then dawn, <br>2: 11 a.m.<br>that is the time here in this room<br>on this island<br>on this nook of the big, wide world, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">time had made some divisions for all of us<br>for you it is morning, and for her it is noon, <br>but we are here writing at this moment for all different reasons, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">some claim happiness and bliss and love and nature and hope, <br>i still claim my main reasons, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">doubt, this sadness that has known how it is to write and be not able <br>to get a sound sleep, this lostness in space trying to find<br>where is everything<br>from nothing.</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=486140" data-title="At This Hour, It Is The Deep Of The Night de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="at this hour, it is the deep of the night calm, silent, there is no wind blowing, i can hear the typing of words in this keyboard, this personal computer, writing, because i cannot sleep, after we made love, because i am still thinking what to..."></div> </div> </div>

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