<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487596" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Even Without You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps i have to ask myself<br>why i mumble<br>like no other restless bee<br>that i can be<br>in the twilight years<br>of my life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do i refuse to see light? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">have i fallen in love with my<br>own darkness? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">do i wish the blindness of <br>wisdom? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is wisdom blind? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is there light at the end of this tunnel? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">am i in this tunnel? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am in a room with only one window<br>and it faces the road<br>where everyone passes tonight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is the only passage to their homes<br>and they simply pass by here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i make no sound<br>when i open these windows<br>when i close them<br>repeatedly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps i exist and they know it<br>perhaps they only have respect for my silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps i am to blame for all these<br>perhaps i have chosen silence<br>its golden sheen<br>its private space</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am thinking, and that is the most important thing that is happening<br>in all my life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">even without you</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=487596" data-title="Even Without You de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="perhaps i have to ask myself why i mumble like no other restless bee that i can be in the twilight years of my life do i refuse to see light? have i fallen in love with my own darkness? do i wish the blindness of wisdom? is wisdom blind? ..."></div> </div> </div>

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