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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When We Are Left Alone In The House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">just you and me<br>i am 48 and you will be 45 the next day<br>and we are left alone because they all have to be in their homes<br>her mother is sick and she must bring money<br>on the other hand, she is quitting her job and leave us for good<br>to join her lover in the city, her last chance to be married at 36<br>these domestic help helping themselves<br>to be not like us, loners <br>consumed by the weariness of our flesh<br>for years and years the hours filled with emptiness<br>i can hear the sound of the clock ticking so slowly<br>like the fins of an old goldfish in the glass bowl<br>i bought for you on the day of our marriage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">today we are left alone in the house<br>you keep yourself busy washing the dishes <br>drying the laundry in the yard figuring out that you may rush again<br>the next minute it will rain<br>the cloud darkens<br>i keep choosing my words, thinking the idea of this union<br>us for 24 years, just us, just us and nobody else<br>in the same house, the same furnitures unbroken feet<br>and unstained in the living room, where the same color of <br>drapes are changed almost on the same months, the same seasons</div><div style="margin:10px 0">boredom, too much familiarity, the wear and tear of our gazes<br>i call you from the kitchen, asking you to give me a glass of cold water<br>and you complied like the woman who loves her man more than him <br>loving her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have more words to choose, more ideas to think, to trap, to keep, <br>to smoothen and polish like a piece of wood sculpted to the form <br>of a woman's beautiful body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">thank you i said, i thrive on cold water, all the days of my life, <br>i take in the water that slides on my throat<br>smooth like red rhum down to my soul, i could have asked you again<br>if i had the courage, i ask myself if my love is strong if this will survive<br>us, through the boring years that come and yet to come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i did not have the courage to ask, if <br>you still love me<br>with my balding head and wrinkling skin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i got colder, i am sure, it is the water, half of the ice in the glass<br>is completely melted.</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>
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i am 48 and you will be 45 the next day
and we are left alone because they all have to be in their homes
her mother is sick and she must bring money
on the other hand, she is quitting her job and leave us for good
to join her lover..."></div>
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