<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hunger And Thirst Of The Mountain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">on a Sunday of a hot summer<br>i went to the far mountain<br>where my father used to spend his <br>youth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i was met by his followers of long ago<br>and they were telling me<br>stories as i waited for them to cook<br>the rice and fry the fish<br>that i brought for them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then we dined and i listened to their<br>conflicts about land<br>their problems about food, and water<br>their hunger and their thirst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some of their women offered their<br>ethnic dances with <br>the younger men</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sounds of gongs reverberated<br>and echoed on the walls<br>of the mountains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we drank native wine until the light<br>of the day faded<br>until the stars arrived and the moon<br>reigned and floated in the nearby <br>silvery river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were more stories about my father<br>his love and his wife<br>my mother and some of my other brothers<br>and sisters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we became one people<br>and then we were so tired<br>we slept and then we had common dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am their new leader now<br>and they are as always my father's people</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=494456" data-title="The Hunger And Thirst Of The Mountain de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="on a Sunday of a hot summer i went to the far mountain where my father used to spend his youth i was met by his followers of long ago and they were telling me stories as i waited for them to cook the rice and fry the fish that i brought for them..."></div> </div> </div>

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