<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Simple life I live</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An afternoon walk<br>Seeing the white birds again<br>On these green ricefields<br>And the carabaos wallowing<br>Refreshing their skins in mud holes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the beginning of the <br>Planting season again<br>The weeds are uprooted<br>The plows run again<br>To make this land arable<br>The rain comes and too<br>The sun and the wind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hills are greener<br>The trees are blooming <br>And so are the flowers<br>Along the footpaths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dog walks with me<br>And his friend dog too walks with us<br>The wind so cool touches my face</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man nearby pastures his carabao<br>The woman washes some clothes in the river<br>The waters are still clear reflecting bluer skies<br>There are no sounds of buses in here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from the city in this little village<br>Where people are still innocent about greed<br>And grief and self-made confusions<br>The complications, the sophistications</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can live on a cup of rice, this mudfish, <br>This glass of water from the rock’s spring<br>This big banana leaf on my head<br>And the moon above everything else<br>And some stars lighting this lovely darkness</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=495283" data-title="The Simple life I live de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="An afternoon walk Seeing the white birds again On these green ricefields And the carabaos wallowing Refreshing their skins in mud holes It is the beginning of the Planting season again The weeds are uprooted The plows run again To make this land..."></div> </div> </div>

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