<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495736" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There Is A Need To Repair The Hands Of The Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">my days are turning into nights<br>and nights transformed into days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you switch on<br>something switches out and you<br>seem not to understand<br>how the hands of the clock<br>are running</div><div style="margin:10px 0">counterclockwise<br>not the usual clockwise clockwork<br>of the tic tac toe, this ticking of the stick<br>like a beating on your feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it pains<br>to know that you are not asleep and then<br>all of them are soundly sleeping<br>and snoring <br>on the other side of your room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you take something to drink<br>and then you dream that your are dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you run away from life<br>no one stops you no one tells you<br>stop, stop, stop this untimely demise<br>because we love you from the bottom of our needs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">not funny anymore<br>you wish you do not wake up anymore<br>you wish you are transported in the world<br>where no one dies where no one lives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">something constant like a straight line<br>and some blinking sounds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you swear you love the silence<br>you swear everything needs to be quiet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so you will take it now.</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=495736" data-title="There Is A Need To Repair The Hands Of The Clock de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="my days are turning into nights and nights transformed into days when you switch on something switches out and you seem not to understand how the hands of the clock are running counterclockwise not the usual clockwise clockwork of the tic tac to..."></div> </div> </div>

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