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To Hot .... the juice bolder fill with hot and slimy magma 15 to 20 feet away. -That is to close-. He thought. And he preceded to take short steps back, dragging hs load of equipment with him....; moving away from the smoky center ... -I'm not afraid of the heat- he told to him self- is just the swatting and the diadration, you know...- And why not, as a volcanologist, Jack has been very close to a fear share of spots like this all around the world, studying them, observing them....It became his passion after his 20th birthday .... One year,e even collaborated in the tean that found micro organisms living and thriving in such a hostile conditions for any person to even think obout surviving .... He new perfectly well the effects that the toxic fumes and hot temperatures could cause in the human body.... One step back. The bag still at his side..., ; The ground was getting hotter and hotter itself . Few meters closer to base camp... Almost there. By now he was walking on melting mod. jack baggan to get scared....; -God thing I've got other pair of hicking boots in the truck.....- His Nordic seance of humor poped out. but that only happened when things were getting increasingly bad, hot, to muddy.... |
| Breve mente Cuatro, tal vez cinco piedras se apilaban una bajo la otratenian diferentes grosores pero de preferencia, el escultor había preferido ubicar las mas regordetas en la base y de alli hacia arriba comenzaban a perder su grosor... Frente a mis ojos, un mar de aguas verdes, agitado por corrientes submarinas cercanas a la costa. Ooh tal vez era el viento que al ah esa hora del día comenzaba ah juguetear con las pocas nubes presentes en el cielo... Los granos de arena que cubrían la playa por millares, se filtraban rápidamente entre los dedos de mis manos... Cada grano un sol, una neurona, un mundo, una persona, una voz lejana y diminuta... Los granos cubren playas y las profundidades de los oceanos cubren el interior de la tierra hacia las montes y campos que se internan hacia la oscuridad de la superficie. Se pierden y olvidan sus orígenes frente al mar. Olvidan que eran parte de otro millar, que como el, algún día formaron parte de una piedra ah lo orilla de una playa, apilándose sobre una y bajo otras tantas ... Olvidan que en su andar, su existencia es limitada. Sin embargo nunca desaparecen, nunca mueren. Solo cambia el lugar que deciden reposar.... |
| Since yesterday, or the day before I've got a very bad coff snicing and runnie nose, didn't sleep at all last night. Well, that is when you fall in love, some body said once. This past weekend I've decided to retake the Pen and keep working towards my goal/dream. Get serious about it, I deserve it; so, some how I'm happy despite my cold ... |
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