<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ennui (whatever)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are four corners of this room<br>(as usual, us usual, <br>we are here again, both<br>on a togetherness<br>since the early days of our<br>union) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i want to go away, remember the flight <br>of the little bird, away from its mother's nest? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i can't, your tears are holding me<br>like a mother, <br>and so how can a son get away? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can a lover go away and be stripped<br>from its beloved? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the vinyl floors are dusty<br>the curtains unwashed for weeks<br>the door creaks like a man complaining<br>for its usual work</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to close and open<br>to open and close</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the door has always been closed in here<br>there is no exit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i shall not scream, that is too much for this<br>harrowing experience</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no tv, no ref, just the sound of an AM/FM radio<br>that i bought from a cheap department store</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i hold your hands<br>that is enough for me now. <br>i stare at the ceiling, and then i get so weary and i close my eyes<br>asking shelter<br>in the colored world of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are you happy now?</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=487516" data-title="Ennui (whatever) de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there are four corners of this room (as usual, us usual, we are here again, both on a togetherness since the early days of our union) i want to go away, remember the flight of the little bird, away from its mother's nest? but i can't, your t..."></div> </div> </div>

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