<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Missing The Muddy Pair Of Shoes....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at this hour i am talking to myself<br>senselessly, a talk that is a talk without any<br>purpose of an explanation or of trying to<br>understand, it is like simply standing beside the<br>rails of a house on top of a hill<br>beside the sea<br>and it is nighttime and what you see all around<br>is black and bleak<br>and so to keep yourself preoccupied <br>as you do not know what to do next after this hour<br>you keep on talking and talking<br>to yourself in <br>the anonymity of silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it knows how to respond and keep you<br>sane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then you go back to the kitchen door to <br>smell what is next<br>not black coffee this time<br>just red wine and pork chop</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you make some roots<br>on the floor<br>you chant and grow some tendrils on<br>your hair that reaches the <br>bland cheek of the ceiling<br>somehow you want to kiss this <br>absurdity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not the kiss of death<br>just a kiss without any meaning<br>letting time pass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">waiting for the light of the morning<br>loosen tight chests</div><div style="margin:10px 0">getting dressed again<br>looking for the pair of muddy shoes</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=490844" data-title="Missing The Muddy Pair Of Shoes.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="at this hour i am talking to myself senselessly, a talk that is a talk without any purpose of an explanation or of trying to understand, it is like simply standing beside the rails of a house on top of a hill beside the sea and it is nighttime and..."></div> </div> </div>

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