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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inside My Study Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">five o'clock, the usual time<br>but i already woke up at 3: 45<br>too early really<br>but i could not go back to <br>sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the words arrive<br>riding on the boat<br>such wind<br>hovering<br>disembarking in my <br>brain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am surrounded by<br>glass walls<br>and light brown<br>drapes<br>books scattering<br>like garbage<br>on the floors and <br>tables</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i smell the odor of<br>dust and <br>water inside a vase<br>unchanged<br>the red rose <br>had long wilted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one comes around<br>to fix things <br>and keep all of these<br>in their proper places</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the windows are still <br>closed and it<br>is still dark outside<br>though the crows<br>have already<br>sounded their<br>sad calls </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the cocks keep sounding<br>it is already morning<br>and the windows<br>must not be opened</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i write some lines<br>as usual and then<br>i'll wear my socks<br>and put on my<br>rubber shoes<br>and then i will take<br>my walk to the <br>woods</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it will be cold<br>and i can see my breath<br>like smoke from a pipe<br>but i need this<br>my body craves<br>my feet want to move</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the walls are too much<br>and the curtains feel<br>like they have to be washed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i open the door<br>and then i meet a new<br>world again<br>i know at first it will<br>still be cold<br>that is usual</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know after this<br>the sun comes again<br>as usual<br>and things will warm themselves<br>again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on promises<br>like what hope is all about.</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>
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but i already woke up at 3: 45
too early really
but i could not go back to 
sleep

the words arrive
riding on the boat
such wind
hovering
disembarking in my 
brain

i am surrounded by
glass walls
and light brown
drapes..."></div>
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