Lament in the Mountain

“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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