in the jungle sometimes you wake up under the bed and found a snake the size of an anaconda rondándote pins. I saw the eyes of a tarantula hanging over my bed, a few centimeters. Every day is different. Being honest, that's why I came: you can not get bored in the jungle.
Therein was the morning of October 25, 2___ year, writing on the computer, blowing the heat of the cabin, the only place where I could write you safe from mosquitoes. Last night the river rose and took my boots. Recoveries, began to dry. They were hanging from a vine in one corner. I went to get them, I thought I had lost my balance. All hut collapsed. That was the first earthquake.
woke up in a cave. Without memories, without boots, almost naked. Time calculated by the smell of my skin and the length of my nails. It was hot, my side had been a packet of sweets. Someone was feeding me, I thought. I found a jar with some water and drank. No one came that day, I waited. In the cave guarded preserves and biscuits. No one returned the next day, I explored the surroundings. I just found grass, I lost myself, I returned to the cave. That moonless night was a black spot in the jungle.
In the darkness I found the second earthquake. I managed to escape from the cave, without clothes, without food. Saved from being crushed by a tree. After verifying the destruction I started walking in the grass, a path cut by fallen trees. I found no one in my way. I saw spiders, snakes slithering in the distance. I remembered names of people who knew me Where were they? Nostalgia offers nothing as a valuable gift wrapped. It's a lonely path that one follows in the jungle. For some pain in the neck I knew I had been wounded. Someone was responsible for cure. Felt thanks to whom? In the jungle the hours pass like nothing. I climbed a tree and plucked fruit, I wanted to share my lunch. I in childhood. In a promotional trip to the edge of the universe. I had always wanted to come and live in the jungle. Hard to get bored with this heat.
a young man read a couple of stories of shipwrecks. They teach you to count the days by making marks on trees and trick the mind to keep her sanity. A good use of daylight and guarecerte of beasts and strangers taking advantage of darkness to attack. All that I applied in those days I wandered among the trees. I looked at the heights where they passed the leaves, and among them was slipping bits of blue sky. I became ill one evening and I could not move.
tore ate roots and soil. The rain forced me to go on living despite the pain. Evenings remembered the warmth of family and a dog's snout touching my hand. That comfort fled. That boredom escaped to get lost in the jungle. Midst of darkness, raved recalling some words of encouragement and one afternoon I finished a football game and I got sweaty clothes.
woke up next to a snake that crawled in the mud. I could feel the cold without touching your skin. Before nightfall I was better. I slept, I resisted the temptation to eat the earth, the next morning was able to move, I walked a few steps and found a fruit that served as breakfast. The first of my new life. At noon I knew it was imperative to make a choice: Follow path or camping. Settle down, make a home among those trees, near the anacondas and the river water. Or continue to travel: seek outlets in the woods, keep a journal and be a slave to him, traveling to fill the pages of facts and details. I reasoned I would need one day the grandchildren are supported on a pillow and listen to my stories. An inner voice told me to cough to continue walking, I gave instructions not to miss me. I decided to go traveling. I came to this forest to avoid boredom: I was getting.
During the third earthquake was naked up to his waist in water. I saw that moved through the jungle. However, the river was the route to the east, looking the sea. Some white fish with pink spots kissed my toes. In the bottom of the water found a coin. A hawk soared among the trees and another larger and aggressive bird jumped on him. Wallowed in the sky until it disappeared in the distance between the tops of the trees. A few hours later I realized that I had been a silent fight.
A cloud was shaped like a female. I like looking through a telescope by hand, so I stayed until the wind blew it apart. I camped by the river and the next morning, I started to follow.
You know what it tastes like wet soil? Neither knew how to converse with snakes, or stroke the water. The jungle taught me this. And I learned, with the desire to ever sit in front of a paper and write. In my dreams I was with beings who accompanied me to bed, tucked me in and gave me to eat before I go to work. I remembered a certain way to greet a good friend.
That was the engine of my departure. Scary vague idea that my doctor had awarded to knocks that made me lose consciousness after the first earthquake. My psychiatrist had been interested in medicine I took to be unconscious and temperature, which endured in the days of my walk. No day was boring, they were all different. I followed the path beside the river I saw ghosts. My wishes consoled with fresh water. I lost consciousness, regained it. Until
over the jungle. The river entered a marshy bay at the edge of a piece of asphalt, with a gazebo where couples once gathered to watch the treetops. A sign pointed to a broken door, put up by the roots and the leaves semitapada, the route he had to follow to reach the city. I walked for a few days, I could not recognize the input. I went into the city too late to see the smoke. Jumped a white ash soil when stepped on by marking the deep silence of my arrival. Tangled
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