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Foreign Legion

April 29, 2018 at 6:02 pmCategory:General

We continued firm, lpidos and confident, devorando the soil and leaving it stops backwards our track and our footprints We hear a current water sound and few steps later we cross a very clean water stream. We decide to stop a little, to take off the footwear and to wet the feet therefore a possibility of this is not very frequent. That frozen water gave an extra breath for all. Five minutes so short but intense, enough time for some jokes on the indumentria of Baruch and its cap of the Foreign Legion with one cortininha behind.

Already we were in return with the solar rays to our napes of the neck. The way was being more inclined and with some untied rocks, with care continues but we did not distinguish the top from the hill, perhaps for the barrier made for the trees, some very high and very copadas. Many meters ahead we locate a bare place that gave access for a mirante. Still we had surplus energy, therefore the accumulated desire was very superior to the increasing heat and the crooked way. We arrive at the mirante called Mirante of the Solitude, thus called because already in this point it was not more possible to delimit the city to far, and the localization come back toward the opposing side to the one the acometia urban creeps to the observer the sensation to be very distant of that familiar, it was civilized and safe, much even so to live in the city was not very familiar, very civilized much less insurance.

One morning radiosa was the perfect frame for the spectacle to our feet. I know that each one in its soul was if feeling the king of the forest. No signal, no sound for more distant than she was of presence human being arrived at our ears. – I find that the others already had given up, perhaps already they have if tired, or full of bubbles in the feet. Without preparation to face the Mother Nature. – Already we walk 6 kilometers, as my GPS.: Blaise said. – It is more easy of what it seemed, if to keep this rhythm before becoming gloomy already we will have walked about 12 kilometers. We will be able to camp more early and to prepare a beautiful meal in the way it weeds, what they find? – Certain, I agree to you: Baruch, already red and sweated said. – Who I am I stop contesting! The way continued going up and some birds made flights between the trees, some of them were very high in the sky almost pecking clouds. Insects in surprising amount attracted our attention. Teias enormous materialized of spiders of diverse sizes shone as incandescent silver in the bare places and the spaces between the tree.

Three

November 4, 2016 at 12:56 pmCategory:General

One hour later, going up a rise of the land, Cssio stopped for a moment, admiring apaisagem. From there it can see the fields of the Campnia, the city of Cvita with suascasas caiadas the side sea and to the deep o cinereous countenance of the Vesvio mount. Cssiosoltou a contentment sigh. Finally it arrived at its home! Leaving daestrada it followed for a track that cut a forest of cypresses. Later excessively half walked hour of he arrived at fifth. The house, seated in the partemais high of the land, had an abandonment air, the patio was taken by ervadaninha, heras wild went up for the porch and walls, and in the land below nose saw no plantation, the weeds only grew in the fields long ago cultivated.

The place was desert, abandoning. Cssio felt a great sadness when seeing acasa where it was born in that state. its father, where was? It would have died? It portaestava it locked, but as it imagined, the key was in one sings of the stairs. It had some difficulty to open cadeado rusted, but it obtained. Eleentrou and opening the windows, covered all the aposentos. Everything was cobertode dust, but in sequence, its room of the same skill that left. Desolate, it left ese seated in the steps of the entrance.

He was seated there thinking what to make, quandoalgum time later, somebody appeared, coming close itself for the tree-lined avenue. Cssio soon oreconheceu, was Eleazar, the dedicated and faithful servant of its father. In an impulse, Cssio was risen and hugged it. – Eleazar, meuamigo! – I was in campoe the vi to arrive. – And my father? He queaconteceu it? – Mr. TitoFerreti, its father, died has two years. I feel very, Sir. – I already imagined. Cssio with weighing said. It came back if to seat. – Its father sempreesperou its return, but an illness mined its forces Eleazarfez a pause and the youngster remained thoughtful. – I was to work nacasa of its uncle, Tlio Ferreti. It ordered to say that he intends yourself continuarmorando here, will make of everything to help it. He also said, that I can be I eat Sir. – Obliged, Eleazar, but for the time being is better you to be with my uncle, until I to arrange things poraqui. – Mr. not to deveter nothing to eat and Mr. its uncle, offered provisions. – Really, notenho nothing to eat. – I go to search. Eleazar said and started if to move away. Remembering something, it retroceded, saying: – Remembers deMarcus Felini? – Yes, my friend deinfncia. – It wanted compraresta property, but its uncle refused offers, therefore he was certain of that osenhor he would come back. Cssiosacudiu the head. – It is truth that elee Alsia goes to be married? – Yes, Sir. Amoa Alsia was very sad with its trip and as Mr. did not appear, accepted offers of marriage of Marcus. – I left, but nofoi for free will, my friend. I was abducted and vendido as enslaved noOriente. Eleazarse showed frightened with that revelation. – How aconteceuisso, gentleman? – Three Had been homensmascarados they had overwhelmd that me and me