I am moved to see me naked in front of the most beautiful nature, unique curve, and I cried many times thinking about the distance-time binomial misleading and his whimsical proportionality.
essential distances are small, measurable in inches it took us years to go ... Two lovers finally come together many times have required long courtship, enormous waste and hundreds of poems to make the trails passable love infinitely infinitesimal. That's life, as paradoxical ... travel huge distances in supersonic aircraft to quote us on a terrace in Venice with the most beautiful woman and assume stoically take even years to travel the few inches that separate our lips.
In this issue two, today was a special day to the southwest of Asturias and Asturias. Value (for full enjoyment) without rancor, without forgetting and gratitude that today the nature and political know-how gave me.
From the first enchanting wink until the tunnel boring machines and stripped the mountain of his last veil had been intuiting how special it would be my first time. I ignored the speech of soothsayers who predicted the failure of the first experiences.
And so I found just outside the town of Rengos, radiant, sensual lying at last fully and voluntarily bowed and defeated, with her legs partly open and knees bent. And there in the valley formed by the two mountains, all signs indicated me a single point, a confluence of all vanishing points, a more lush dense vegetation, a falling star in the middle of, until that day, and dreamed of paradise narrow forbidden fruit.
I walked slowly, with extreme care in the run. And I was diggin 'decision in the dream tunnel without problems, almost as if he had done all my life. My dreams had been so for years I had imagined a thousand times discovering their deepest recesses. Would cave paintings, stalagmites and stalactites, folds, perhaps internal rivers, or maybe a volcano about to erupt lava ...? Would it have springs? Would there be light in the darkness? "Dangerous or safe? "Perhaps would find traces of my ancestors, perhaps other caves interconnected with the essence of my DNA? Would you feel heat or cold, warm temperatures or extreme need winter clothing or summer? Is it pleasant or painful walk it?
the shelter of that first heat I stopped thinking and stopped driving my thoughts. I closed my eyes and I did follow the sacred moment, swaying in the light curves for the first time walked. I closed my eyes to daylight and opened my soul to the divine light.
were just 5 minutes to travel 2,000 meters thoroughly unforgettable second by second. Crossed my mind a trailer summary of the life of all generations I had been before. Many stories and anecdotes that I visualized my mixed with memories of my childhood. It is as if from a Laron Rengos diameter excavated rock that were the growth of a large tree that is imprinted ring to ring, year after year, the ancient history of the council of Cangas del Narcea.
would like to share with you some flashes of that film disjointed coherent imaginary ... The rattle of a Land Rover ride to Laron and Villiella in the harsh winter, the structuring of rural areas to the adequacy of roads and tracks through the sustainable use of traditional wood, 67 tons of wood furniture now immortal the proa de Montero, the image of my father with 20 years of walking these mountains with a broken differential carroceta shoulder followed by the image of so many men snuggling his shoulder to bear its levers a brown roll with destination Valencia. A rural carterín three times a week to walk across the Rañadoiro when it was not done or the small herd of cows tunnel with the top standard. He came to my mind a sort of "Cangueses the World" featuring those who made the pilgrimage to be employed as watchmen honest, hardworking watermen and now recently in my college students, security guards and waiters. Trucks
the fruits of mining in fog, so many Winters, both extra oil ... prematurely cremated many bodies, many total claims that my father took the timber of the truck crane and winches of carrocetas existed before the accident insurance. Many hardships, many efforts of many capable people without the fruits that his talent deserved, so many lives example of sustainability, some quite recent, crushed by the relentless marginalization of the southwest of Asturias. Companies without large returns but with great achievements anonymous growers values \u200b\u200bthat have been modified to slow the truck image Rengos Posada, who late in the twentieth century was going to load grain in Bembridge or Oman ... That car before returning home a week later, he was more than half of the grain to the lord that they had leased the farm ... That same car he rented a couple of extra oxen Toreno to climb the height of Rodanillo.
And in the last section an endless succession of busts carved in stone with the faces of the great men and women who smile at the difficulties, provided with fine wines from Cangas and will forever on this mountain carved its small museum.
I began to see light at the end of the tunnel ... I was surprised and suddenly a huge explosion of beauty. I got to ecstasy, la petite morte, the last machine discharge holes when to go back to light my senses and my soul was filled with immeasurable Laron postcard village and mountains in its background.
always remember that on January 5, 2010 was my coming-out, my adulthood, my first orgasm in southwestern Asturian generation takes the reins of the work and aims to restore the historic blunder that has prevented the legitimate Asturias door too many years practice as such. There
of you who I'll be accused of exaggeration when I read that I cried with excitement when they first penetrated the tunnel of Rañadoiro. And when they tell you that there were many relevantly irrelevant cangueses who chose to perpetuate his critical state of inactivity. Let them.
I've experienced many times the small pleasures of onanism own solitaire, the misunderstood and marginalized to the lullaby of the most beautiful landscapes of Asturias ... Muniellos, The Holly, the sources of the Narcea, each and every one of our villages and many other tasty apples for picking. However
Epiphany was 2010 when I discovered that inside the tunnel containing the addictive Rañadoiro beauty had dazzled my father, my grandparents, my great-great sacrifice when plotted the current road, where the asphalted when crossed for the first time with a cart pulled by oxen that preceded the first car Ford T, where fences and poles placed reflective so that the fog and snow will not break their will to work.
ecstasy Unlike earlier, today was the first time I made love to a mountain. And my first time filled all my expectations. I parked my car
on the lookout and found no complex I liked the relaxed beauty of Asturias dressed in Armani for the cover of "Vogue." I took the last cigarette package, one that was turned around as a sign of good luck. When I was about to turn my head down and saw how out incense Macera House fireplace. The sacred moment in silence stretched ten minutes and I thought the wood smoke from the stove and oven bread dough should be the only white smoke deserved that moment. I picked up the package of land that had instinctively thrown snuff and the recycled and returned to remain invested my cigarette luck.
I turned my car and slipped back into the tunnel Rañadoiro other 12 times that day ... until I discovered that the postal exhausted Laron had changed its backdrop of forests by the stars and crickets. Dear
Asturias, ancestry, authorities and personnel on site, we appreciate your invaluable assistance in the procession to the mountains of Rañadoiro. Heartfelt thanks. We have opened the door of Rañadoiro, Asturias Gate and the Gate of Paradise for your enjoyment. Get rid of neighboring and foreign bias, make it yours and enjoy it. We simply ask that the love, respect and care with one restriction: Please ... do not smoke.
