Przytocko counted Bieszczady once you've been (but is once more in August;)). He passed a very active month.
no longer homesick as usual. Bieszczady Mountains are beautiful, wonderful, are ... Such a warm, home-and yet mysterious, intriguing. Yet there no longer wanted and I went back. I still want to. And it is not at all with beautiful views, and people (not just that), but above all a journey, whose goal is simply wandering. Yes, there are peaks which are in turn to win, but they are not the most important. What is important is that you go tired, dirty, often uphill through rocks, mud and so a good case is the same with their weaknesses. Only you and your lack of fitness, laziness, nierozruszane bones but also your complexes, your thoughts. I've never had much time to think. In my head are moments when we were walking with backpacks one after the other in the fog, at a very steep entrance. Nothing was seen, no miraculous views of the mountain towns, the forests - only milky fog. But this trip I remember best. Has anything changed? I have lost the first time in my life I'm tanned but it is only the external details.
And as to the measure? We'll see.
And here's my favorite:
wander (two worlds)
words: Magda Snarska
Music: Tomasz Borkowski
Artist: "The Bani"
wander path from you to you
Although the road leads only Top
The world lost the nodes in the sky
two worlds I know - but that mine is that?
Mountain collapsed into a pile of photographs gorges cut by the city
But you're my world lay Can
And the world begins again at the top of the fuse
towering mountains are our dreams
people in the mountains as they grow toward the sky
Ocean Summits transforms us into the sailors
Steering farther and farther from shore
Mountains are the people who bring them in backpack
People are like mountains that carry the eyes took
Where we walk the trail
A in order and so the second man waiting
wander path from you to you
Although there is no way out of the mountains
Already the world except you do not see
Suspended between the two
worlds
miss you on the empty top
But my eyesight does not reach the valley of the world
U edge of the clouds tangled read
world ends on you on you begin
