<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House Of My Neighbor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one lives there anymore<br>all left for good<br>there is so much fuss about<br>almost anything, a mess<br>of who must own it finally, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at night, a man with a striped<br>red and blue shirt climbs the fence<br>and enters the room<br>without breaking the glass window</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the moon wants to scream<br>but it is ruled by its code of silence<br>there is tinkering bell<br>and tonight someone touches it<br>shakes it<br>to make a noise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the moon wants to scream again<br>but this time the black clouds come and<br>with their hands<br>the moon is gone.</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=494442" data-title="The House Of My Neighbor de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="no one lives there anymore all left for good there is so much fuss about almost anything, a mess of who must own it finally, at night, a man with a striped red and blue shirt climbs the fence and enters the room without breaking the glass window..."></div> </div> </div>

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