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| The Andes and Mantaro Rio by Night |
In the Valley
of Mantaro, one can be lit up with an expression of the purest joy—
You will notice in the distance white
smoke rising from cottages, ascending to the very clouds themselves… (Although
times are changing)
Men plough the land, some even drawn by fine
horses.
Oh, if I was young again how I would like
to drive one’s own plough, till the land, — if only for a day, to feel the pull
of the horses!
To climb the hills with the mutts and
goats!
Look and see the blue skies, see the green
shiny leaves and flora of forests, as in the 9th of July, or in the
hills of Concepcion.
It makes me half inclined to weep, and I
know not why?
It makes me half inclined to sing, without
knowing why!
I ask myself, Must I return to the horrors
of a polluted, noisy and corrupted city?
Just thinking of leaving the valley, what
fresh grief comes to me?
Pray forgive me for being so blunt, it is
just a fancy…
There in the valley all clouds of sadness
are cleared away, they never stay, although you get pitchfork rains, with
pointed tips!
For happiness does not often attend us on
earth. Alas, no!
Yet one can find it in three encounters,
should one look:
Peace with God, plus there is no greater
happiness on earth, than to devote one’s life to their spouse, and third, to
find a place, a spot of land, that is a faery dream—
As I have found all three here, by and by,
in the Valley of Mantaro!
Here I believe I will certainty not die in
a hospital, that idea is quite dreadful, I pray, it be not my fate!
No: 4754/ 6-23-2015 / Dedicated to
Armando who has fallen in love with the Valley of Mantaro/ Copyright © by
Dennis l. Siluk June, 2015. Specially written for this book.
