is very easy to talk about when you do not load these charges. LOADING THE DEER. (by Andres Duarte Arellano)
was a man on the side of the road sitting on a stone under the shade of a leafy huanacaxtle. He looked sad, pensive, head down, almost, almost ready releasing the tears. This was found
his friend and lifelong friend, who upset to see him in such fascists asked the reason, cause or reason that caused that he was in such a depressing situation.
- Ay! Gossip, "answered the questioned, Your midwife! Your midwife! Tonight I kill or suicide, but it dies, it dies.
"I do not grind my friend, best Tell me, why you want to kill, maybe I can help you find a better solution to the problem.
The friend, after wiping his eyes all watery and runny nose, he began his story.
"Look buddy, you know that we are very poor and in your humble home the only way to accompany the beans is with a piece of meat I have to get going hunting the mountain. I have to go with my old gun, take several days of suffering and hardships, survived by a miracle of the dangers of the mountain, dodging snakes, tigers, etc.., Bear the terrible itching I feel with you blink, ticks and mosquito bites , and if this were not enough, how I bear creek to the bone cold and lonely nights. Then, finally, if luck and success succor me a deer hunt, I have yet to charge to the ranch and up the slope of the hill where my house. Still
I fail breath when I see my lady with the knife and immediately begins to deliver the deer among neighbors and relatives. One leg pa 'Dona Juana, another pa' Mrs. Cleo, this steak pa 'Mom, this pa'lla, this over here and two or three days there goes your hunting fool again. But I'm tired and tonight desmechoneo minimum!
The friend of one angry unhappy after thinking a moment he gave the solution.
-Invite your wife to carry the deer.
- What!?
"Yes, yes. Mira. Just do not tell the Madriz do you get to load the deer. Best píntasela nice .. Do not talk of the thorns or the dangers, nor the cold and heat .. Tell her to invite her to the hunt to enjoy the beautiful landscapes, the splendor of the stars that harbor at night, in the crystal clear images that reflect her romantically, his exquisite waters, fresh mountain air, full of oxygen, the gracious way you walk the deer, like a ballet dancer, the sweet chirping of crickets and wild birds, anyway.
The friend took the advice. Of course convinced. The woman, excited, went with the long skirt to the ankle. Crossing the first "jellyfish" was reduced to miniskirt because the garment was torn between the pins. The blouse she was all "chiruda." The shoe was broken by the difficult roads and rocks and thorns made it bleed. The "script" and "guachaporis" brought them all over the body. The sun burned his skin. Mistreated her hair: it was tiezo and scattered as loofah. His hands were calloused to break through the thick forest. All chamagosa, nearly having a heart attack when confronted with a huge snake. Starved, his image was from a tale from beyond the grave.
Finally, after so many martyrdoms, one day they found the deer. She had to hold his breath and secretive man, with cunning and agility of a cat, he approached his prey, and the look of a white spotted lynx just to settle the elusive animal. Bang! And the deer was dead. The woman of joy could not believe that his suffering was over, but it was not.
"Now, my love, I want to upload the deer to see how nice it feels," the man said angrily chewing each of his words.
She almost fainted at the unfamiliar glare of her husband, but in the desperation to return home had no encouragement or to replicate and carried him home deer crossing trails and mountains. Despatolada, legs open, panting and nearly dead, about to snap my heart, came and placed the animal in your living room.
children and their friends, neighbors' children went out to meet her parents hunters accustomed to the division, told his mother with joy
"Mom, hurry to deliver the deer Pepito's mom is already desperate.
- What piece took him to my aunt? ", Said another.
The woman, lying on the floor, made a superhuman effort to lift his head and bloodshot eyes turned to see the kids and catching air into his ears, shouted.
"This deer not me nobody touches you and Johnny, go tell your mom that goes well a * &% $ °) * ") º º
In this post I decided to share this story that explains very well what for me MEANS
" It's easy load to talk when you do not these loading " Have a great week. A big hug.
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