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This land looked like terrific Proza: well thought-out, clear minded, free of overpraisal, powerful yet retained.
If steered away from all rhetoric: what it was saying, it said with a certain muscular strictness.
But between the harsh lines of the land people discovered a sensitivity and tenderness, that
they hadn’t expected at first.
Here and there was a wild fig-tree, a tamarix, a couple of cypress and a reed tuft.
In the sheltered valleys smell the lemon and orange trees. Nikos Kazantzákis

Crete, there you can enjoy walking past the beach, searching for a seashells and stones.
Crete, there you can walk for hours, on a donkey-trails, through woods and over mountains.
Crete, there you can relish retsina, in a tavern on the boulevard.
Crete, there you can get to know the Cretans who are so warm-hearted and guest friendly.
Crete. there you can come at ease, and become human again.
Crete, there you can get used to the lovely smells, of the trees, plants and the sea.
Crete, there you can enjoy Crete as it is, live it.
Crete, there you can enjoy all the small churches and chapels and find yourself.

last update 14 Januari 2010


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