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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Travel With Bambi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Travel with Bambi </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I was going to Seville, it’s not far an hour`s drive- I live <br>in the south of Portugal- had no one to look after my dog <br>she came along too. It was winter she sat inside the car <br>resting when I walked into galleries looking at paintings <br>visiting churches, yet keenly aware of her left in the car. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Guiltily bought a roasted chicken with chips, she ate it all <br>but what she really wanted was to go for a long walk.<br>Walked we did through roads no one knew existed, empty <br>houses broken down walls what history they held; the dog <br>was quiet but her little tail wagged. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=474139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We saw rats, cats and stray dogs which she quickly put <br>in their places; finely she was tired, I had lost my way let <br>her lead the way back to the car, where she curled up in <br>the back and snored. It was late I was hungry but could <br>only find a grotty pizza parlour still open.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>