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Ceylon, my cup of tea
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Do you know an
island that Bouddha
saw three times ?
sanctuaries, the trees like carved
and with amazing falls lost in the
where, nested on
green headlands, the cities protect their
of cinnamon, mango and sandal's oil, with religious
Here fly dancers who walk on
along the sinuous roads, the
plantations of tea
are staged there in as many vegetable hems
take care tamils workwomen
-- only tamils which prevail
in the south.
An island, I said, where the
accomodates you with espieglery,
where idle the buffalo
when it is not in rice plantation paining under the yoke ;
where iguanas and
others lizards run
and where the wild
elephant tolerates you because excess of civilization.
About Indian Ocean, it
opposes the fishermen only the every three hundred years. Up to date,
And please, if you
are told that Ceylon, the old Serendib with thousand
spices, is a
ground dangerous to avoid like the plague, say to yourself,
north except, that it is bagpipe's game.
Words of ministers who never leave their
the recent events reported by the press, I was there. The single
thing that I noted, it was the
desertion from the tourists, so that I
known most royal of peaces. Alone in the hotel, alone on the
sites, alone in the parks. A privilege of millionaire to the range of
poor, my whole
not listen to these tongues of snake
which by their slanders blacken the
picture and cause
large damage with local economy...
Lanka, they are only radiant
faces, kindness and hospitality.
When the sun blazes, women,
draped in their sari
like Pallas Athena
Greek, proteged by sunshade "color of curry", always they
smile you, discovering theirs
The same under the rain,
because they are of equal mood.
It is not tomorrow the same in Europa, soil of the
ahead. See what is really this country whose almost all stones are
; drink at will the coconut milk
that one offers to you without calculation, and enjoy
as your first mouthful of life. The
Paradise exists because I met it,
said Marco Polo.
I can attest : more beautiful, you die !
Refer to : http://www.visitlanka.com
Medina, November 2006