<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493683" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Sense of Going...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is pain in the soul<br>it is invincible<br>the whole body feels it<br>and it is<br>undeniable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know it when<br>you start to cease<br>you cannot tell it to anyone<br>what you tell them is the joy<br>of the smile<br>the stories of <br>the nice days to come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For you are afraid of the sound of the wailing of the clock<br>the sobbing of the bedsheets<br>the cries of the walls<br>the darkness of the heavens<br>the pouring of the heavy rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are their love<br>and they have become all your fears<br>but the hands of the clock<br>signal the green light of going<br>and so you must go<br>silently<br>you tiptoe like air beyond the threshold of the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next morning the pain in your soul is gone<br>it is taken from the strings of your body<br>you can see people crying but you cannot hear them<br>what is the use of this movie you ask yourself<br>there is no sound and it is boring<br>like an old Chaplin<br>and so you finally go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a place where it is as tranquil as a bay without boats and birds<br>airy, and as they have promised you<br>perfect<br>beyond the arms of the words<br>beyond the lips of the mouth....</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=493683" data-title="That Sense of Going... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="There is pain in the soul it is invincible the whole body feels it and it is undeniable You know it when you start to cease you cannot tell it to anyone what you tell them is the joy of the smile the stories of the nice days to come For you are..."></div> </div> </div>

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