I was at the top of my town, with my people, with the children ... We
were watching to the horizon, looking with tenderness all the mountains
that lie far away with their white color on their laps. And the cold
wind of those giants was broken in our faces. They looked so far away
but they were always in our life and we always loved them. And I
remembered the song about the cardboard houses. Watching them my
tears runs away ... Like small pearls, when I still seeing over our
mountain's peaks with all respect that they deserve.
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