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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473447" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Village</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Village in Iberia </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Drove to the village where I was born, hadn’t been there<br>for forty years, the lane was muddy and houses deserted; <br>this village had been abandoned long time ago; what was <br>I thinking of coming here? A tree had grown right through <br>our cottage, roof smashed now walls were tumbling down. <br>Puny human dwellings, here today and gone in less than <br>Ten decades, the tree seemed to say. What a nostalgic fool <br>I’m, this idea of returning, rebuild the old house and live <br>here in happy retirement. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was no longer a village but a graveyard, houses were<br>tombstones of a past that had nothing to offer but poverty, <br>glassless window resembled crosses of a defunct faith.<br>I sat on a stone smoking a cigarette the aroma of wafted<br>through the drab silence, from behind a broken wall a dog<br>came, young, and it looked eerily like Stella the dog I loved<br>all those years ago, don’t tell me she has waited for five <br>dog generations, to return from the wasteland of eternity<br>just for me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I’ll call you Stella”, I said and stroked the dog’s head. <br>She knitted her brows together as to say, “What else? ”<br>I opened the right hand car door, Stella jumped in like she <br>had done this a thousand time before, drove off and didn’t <br>look back once, the only memory I needed of my childhood, <br>was alive and snoozing in the seat beside me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q>
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Drove to the village where I was born, hadn’t been there
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