Climb a mountain , climb up the sheer cliffs, with legs that make you ill, with a backpack that weighs, the thirst of dry throat and a beautiful landscape beneath it.
Climb a mountain and believe it can not reach the top, believe it is too far away, your feet will not make to make a step behind the other, to the summit. And then get
and feel the wind that burns your lips, the warm sun imperceptibly: see the valleys and mountains, see all there is down there, far and realize that you can get, always, to the top, even if you're hungry and thirst, although the head seems to burst and the muscles refuse.
Anyone can enjoy the view, anyone can do hard work, both 75 years old woman with a handkerchief on his head, or a child of 10 with the round glasses, has coached the family, or a girl for the first time, a backpack on sore shoulder, climbs that high.
And what remains is a song, is the joy of those who have worked hard together to reach a peak, is the happiness of trying, to have put all their energies to succeed.
And 'I've made it!
Climb a mountain and believe it can not reach the top, believe it is too far away, your feet will not make to make a step behind the other, to the summit. And then get
and feel the wind that burns your lips, the warm sun imperceptibly: see the valleys and mountains, see all there is down there, far and realize that you can get, always, to the top, even if you're hungry and thirst, although the head seems to burst and the muscles refuse.
Anyone can enjoy the view, anyone can do hard work, both 75 years old woman with a handkerchief on his head, or a child of 10 with the round glasses, has coached the family, or a girl for the first time, a backpack on sore shoulder, climbs that high.
And what remains is a song, is the joy of those who have worked hard together to reach a peak, is the happiness of trying, to have put all their energies to succeed.
And 'I've made it!
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