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There are times for the tearless cry,
There are times for the voiceless words we say..
There are times for the unjustified sorrow..
There are times for the empty diaries
And the white similar days..
There are weeks for suspense,
Nights for insomnia,
And long hours for annoyance..
There are times for folly, others for repentance,
Times for passion and others for pain..
There are times unrelated to seasons.
There are times for the letters that will never be written,
For that phone that will never ring,
For the confessions that will never be made,
For a lifetime that must be spent in a moment of wager..
There is a wager where we bet our hearts on a gambling table..
There are brilliant players practicing failure with distinction...
There are beginnings of years similar to ends,
There are weekends longer than all weeks..
There are gray mornings of days unrelated to autumn..
There are storms of passion leaving no place for a tent,
And a furnished memory that can't be used for rent..
There are trains that will travel without us,
And airplanes that will take us no further than ourselves.
Deep inside us; there is a corner where rain never stops..
There are rains that water only notebooks..
There are poems that will never be signed by poets,
There are inspiring people who sign a life of a poet,
There are writings more wonderful than their writers,
There are love stories more beautiful than their lovers,
There are lovers who mistook their path to love,
There is a love which mischose its lovers..
There is a time that is not created for passion,
There are lovers who are not created for this time,
There is a love which is created to stay,
There is a love that sweeps everything away..
There is a love as fierce as hate,
There is a hate unmatched by any love..
There is a forgetfulness more visible than memory,
There are lies more honest than truth..
There is me,
There is you,
There are imaginary dates more delightful than all dates,
There are love plans more beautiful than any love story,
There is a farewell more delicious than thousands of meetings,
There are clashes prettier than any peace..
There are moments that pass as an age..
There is an age dying in a moment..
There is me and there is you,
There is always an impossibility that begins with every love.
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