Supposed to stop writing while his arm was still was a folly which asked the body cries, a way to abstain from pleasure while one member was in full-Ant suffering, loyal fan of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, had faith that survive the crown of thorns stuck deep in their bones, would buried three days (or three weeks or three months) and then come back from hell with a glorious resurrection.
the day when his skeleton turned from the bowels of hell woke up very early. Earlier than roosters, the guard, an employee of the factory, the priest of the Mass at dawn. He awoke with the intention of making a sacrifice that could llevarlo to heaven without passing through purgatory: Climb to the top of the hill to be closer to heaven.
knew then, that spending more time with the cast around her skeleton, the words never again flowing into their stories, and injured by drying the skin as a withered old man.
decided to rewrite that would have to be a true story, which he wrote in his diary to never forget it.
Journal ant.
May. Saturday 10.
Today I woke up at dawn, around the 4, and while the alarm sounded crazy about my body requested more sleep. But I decided to make him suffer because masochism gives me pleasure, great pleasure. CHTMLX
totally changed the way, and it was then necessary to turn our lights follow the guidelines in orange. Cross between thick branches and many thorns, sharp rocks and climbed suddenly came to a very narrow Voladero. Even sheltered by the darkness of the night, it was hard not to imagine what would happen if we stepped into a fake stone, but with the help of a few holes we managed to cross with heart in the chest. It was frustrating having to download everything had gone up, because it is the northern peak is at a different hill where it originally went up. And yes, after about two hours away, with breaks at random (where after sweating maybe more than two liters of water, I ate the apple moreI enjoyed all my life) we reached the fork in the road called 'elephants' where the real climb begins between rocks, caves and giant snails bat.
My knees began to feel the strokes with the stone. Suddenly began to invade a cramp in the quadriceps, the muscle that lines the femur, the longest bone in the body. We stopped at a place where he began to give us the morning sun, and watched the sunrise from the shade of the trees. Hope you died yet, and we revived the cold air, which wiped the sweat from our bodies, and step off our clothes in sweat. My brother did not stop making videos with his camera and was delayed. Also, at times he saw me falter, push meba momentum forward and made me continue to rise. My cousin had a history of their experiences in some hills of the state of Puebla. And my friend, in front of the group, trying to follow the marks, which for that part of the trail become increasingly distant from each other.
The trees began to lose altitude, and suddenly felt a cold wind and we watch as the sun peeked through the horizon. We were so close, the peak, and having stopped at that moment the giant ants have eaten our sheer guts to let us Esquel and rotten. My cousin took over the group by the latter route. Suddenly he heard her scream, 'We're almost there, a few feet. " It was when I came back
