“The wind tell me you go to the sea,
I follow you my river, with my eyes,
I follow you with my eyes,
as I cannot follow you with the feet.
I dreamed… you would stay by my side,
like a lake without swans,
forever, cradling my craving
What a crazy thing
to fall in love with a mountain river!”
(Excerpt from a poem by Gloria Fuertes)
I miss my mountain walks, I hope they come back soon.
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