Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>San Jose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ruts of the calle ran through the breast<br> tear through the canopy on one side<br>of the copper and red mud road<br>Serpentine down the muck of puddle and gulley<br>To the flattened valley of coffee plants and fruit trees<br>Below the cotton puff clouds and gentle mist<br>below the sleeping and cloud hidden volcanoes<br>Where life is an allusion to paradise<br>reality is sweat and blood<br>And feckless bread winning<br>The compas work in the downpour<br>Repairing a wooden bridge which<br>has given in to the insistent river<br>Their eyes hidden in ponchos<br>remain downcast to the work<br>We inch along the remaining timbers<br>Our eyes wide and wary of the breach<br>of the dancing frothing mixture<br>a slurry of earth and need<br>a perpetual dance which goes on to the sea<br>We stop for beer at the Big Bamboo<br>adobe and beer, red mud and beer<br>even on the labels of the bottles<br>the interior of the bar <br>gives no hint of the misting exterior<br>dissolving through centuries<br>which was once a home <br>where children ran in circles<br>holding hands in the rain<br>their laughter still muted <br>by the roar of passing trucks<br>We drink down the dusty mud <br>and take photos of the mired Galloper<br>We are nearing the end of this journey<br>The pictures will tell the tale<br>fellows lost in unfamiliar crazy streets<br>in the sprawl of San Jose<br>lost, trail weary, driving in circles<br>“donde esta Pico Blanco en Escazu”? <br>‘no se”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Murdock">George Murdock</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=397082" data-title="San Jose de George Murdock" data-description="The ruts of the calle ran through the breast
 tear through the canopy on one side
of the copper and red mud road
Serpentine down the muck of puddle and gulley
To the flattened valley of coffee plants and fruit trees
Below the cotton puff clouds an..."></div>
</div>
</div>