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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Those Feelings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the first exhilaration was when you were issued the visa.<br>in your mind is 'America! America! '<br>here i come, 'America! ' as though you are going to heaven.<br>the family butchers the 60-kilo pig and the whole village rejoice<br>over your success.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America is your gateway to what you perceive as an escape<br>from poverty. This country is a haven of corruption. This country <br>is not offering you opportunities to rise to a higher level of existence.<br>The politicians here are good for nothing but promises.<br>You keep telling yourself. Patriotism is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ii</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you are in America. You have your first taste of snow inside your room.<br>Outside it is cold, and you begin to say, this is not what i dream about.<br>You are one of the jobless. You only fill in for work. Those who promised to <br>help you avoid you. You have become another useless number in the world<br>of perceived opportunities.You lock yourself. Money is hard to find here too.<br>The parties are not helpful hints about your quest for survival.<br>You go unhealthily surfing in the internet. No one remembers you.<br>No one is giving you. Everyone is asking for the money that you promise<br>to send back home. Your mother is sick. Your father is a drunkard.<br>Your brother is a drug addict. Your sister is pregnant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">iii</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then you begin to feel so alone.<br>You begin to think about going home.<br>Back to your country.<br>It is what you miss. The simplicity of life there.<br>The sun. The rice field. The fishing on the surf.The picnic on the hills.<br>Under the mango tree. The bath in the river.<br>The Sunday gathering by the sea.<br>A game of chess with a friend at the plaza.<br>The Jaycee activities. <br>The novena of the Holy Rosary on Wednesdays.<br>Sunday church. <br>The loafing. The hammock tied between two coconut trees.<br>The song of the gentle waves. The coolness of the nipa hut.<br>The anchovies. Salted fish and raw mangoes.<br>Coconut vinegar and the raw fish. Chunks of tangigue.<br>The sweet smell of the pork adobo.<br>The humba. The rhumba and the tango and the boogie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The humility of your people. <br>The carabao ride towards the mountain.<br>Your friendly tenants. The spring on top of Saluyong hills.<br>The tuba. Dakak beach and floating restos.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">iv</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Dipolog airport is wide and long.<br>You hear the song of your going back home.<br>Soon. Soon.</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>
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the first exhilaration was when you were issued the visa.
in your mind is 'America! America! '
here i come, 'America! ' as though you are going to heaven.
the family butchers the 60-kilo pig and the whole village rejoice
over your success.

Ame..."></div>
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