<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When We Go To The Mountains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we go to the mountains<br>we always feel the ease of our pains<br>the lessening of our burdens<br>the loosening of the ties<br>that bind our necks<br>and choke our throats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we shall be at the foot <br>of the hills and feel the rivers running under our feet<br>we feel we do not need<br>the buffers of slippers<br>our skins missing the touch of freshness<br>the massaging of the stones<br>the tickling of our nerves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the green grasses spreading on the plains<br>the cows grazing<br>the eagles soaring high above us<br>the goats smelling us like aliens<br>the water buffaloes sniffing<br>our city sweats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the natives dance an ethnic number<br>some roasted pigs<br>and yams and brown rice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we speak of the wilderness<br>the silence and the peace<br>and the mountains are still<br>listening to our stories: lost souls, destroyed habitats, <br>the rape of nature<br>the murder of innocence<br>the robbery of everything that used to be beautiful</div><div style="margin:10px 0">pure and simple</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=497512" data-title="When We Go To The Mountains de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when we go to the mountains we always feel the ease of our pains the lessening of our burdens the loosening of the ties that bind our necks and choke our throats we shall be at the foot of the hills and feel the rivers running under our feet we ..."></div> </div> </div>

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