<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Looking and going back...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were layers of years.<br>you were on one of those layers. You are blue, <br>a line of blueness, in between those other colors, <br>You are always the silent kind of blue.<br>They skip you and find you one of those insignificant lines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years pad each other like the barks of a tree.<br>You are one of the bold strokes now. Time does it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They you go back to that old layer. You were blue.<br>You make some squeezes, and etchings on those other lines.<br>They squeak like rats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You tell them that once you were there and you were the blue line.<br>They fully remember. But there is no difference really.<br>Your thinking is misplaced. You think you are different now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, they didn't. You finally regret going back.<br>You retreat once again inside the room sit on the chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are a blue line. You corrugate a little bit like a magnetic ecg line.<br>But it will not last. You are a straight line now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You watch TV till midnight. There is nothing significant.<br>You are still a blue and straight line. That you have to accept as a fact.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You turn off the TV. A nice sleep is always a better alternative.</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=490476" data-title="Looking and going back... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there were layers of years. you were on one of those layers. You are blue, a line of blueness, in between those other colors, You are always the silent kind of blue. They skip you and find you one of those insignificant lines. The years pad eac..."></div> </div> </div>

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