<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493306" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stage Three</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one enters the house using the door.<br>The doors close without the use of hinges and locks.<br>The living room is turned upside down.<br>The traces of my steps are a myriad labyrinths of <br>puzzles, cross, crescent, moon, sun, stars, and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">dead leaves just below the body of a rotting log.<br>Log on. Say some more. This is freedom.<br>The railings are roses. The stairs are rivers.<br>The walls are faces of the one you make love.<br>The roofs are ideas. Theories live there and metaphors<br>Abound in the living room.There is an old piano and you <br>Begin to play: Vienna woods. You dance the waltz with her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whispers mossy on the carpets. The toilet is kept empty<br>And shiny white tiles, glossy to the feel of your fingers.<br>The bedroom is bare. You too complete the picture.<br>An hour of sex. Gracious! This house is the most beautiful<br>House of our neighborhood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not our home yet. Tomorrow we unpack.<br>The distance is our journey. And it is somewhere else<br>With someone you still love. It is not I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am just a picture: black and white, and dusty.</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=493306" data-title="Stage Three de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="no one enters the house using the door. The doors close without the use of hinges and locks. The living room is turned upside down. The traces of my steps are a myriad labyrinths of puzzles, cross, crescent, moon, sun, stars, and dead leaves ju..."></div> </div> </div>

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