"If I could save myself the past ... how many good things could come to have in the future? ... Probably the same, if not learn to open my hands ..."
walked through wet meadows that were dried slowly with the early sunrise. The delicious smell of earth and water mixture, added scents of the flowers, seemed to invite me to a wonderful day in the place that he resembled the idea of \u200b\u200ba friendly oasis in the midst of the most difficult desert.
But suddenly, the little sand that was spread through the air, stirred by the wind starts intespetuosos, fell as losing weight for a particle. Everything became even more humid than usual, but this time was beginning to feel a disgust you smog that filled my nose smells old and disgusting. The soles of my shoes were beginning to adhere to the floor and my body seemed to weigh a hundred kilos over with each step he took, at such a strange adversity.
Suddenly, the point to where I was going above was miles away from my body. And to make matters worse, the portion of the floor as I stepped it felt like a lot of quicksand. For a moment my mind to use as soon as he could, all possible guesses about what was happening. But the more he thought, the worse it got all and there was no solution that would serve the cells of my body to sort out the mess.
was useless, every little movement that tried to make myself sinking deeper into the mire. Every breath of air that sought to take in order to shout as strong as possible to call for help, even filled my lungs with poison. At that time, something told me ... Save the air! ... Save the air! ...
At least I did agree, I was in the worst case scenario imagined before reaching the land. There I was, giving value to every breath of oxygen as if it were a plant, but mysteriously the fear that gnawed at me, of being nothing more than needlessly prolonging the inevitable, began to fade on its own, before the evidence began to surround me.
Every time I thought only the small sigh that come to my respiratory system, a small beam light began to filter through that field that had clouded, as if he hicieras small holes to a closed blind on a summer day with clear skies.
At least I knew it, the position of my body as if it were a stop choreography, the scenery was more ridiculous than one might imagine the beautiful nature that again appeared before my eyes. So I seemed to feel the mocking laughter of the trees and the grotesque echo of the mountains.
Having spent a few minutes in the middle of this hell, I continued walking with some caution, but I started to laugh too with the situation that had just crossed. But after a time when the night began to close down that road and the sun began to hide in the horizon, remains of deep fear began to propose situations. At that time, the reasons, about what had happened, were present, but I could look into their eyes and say ... No, that was just passed!
At that moment I knew that heaven and hell were walking beside me, but to experience them or not, depended deliver or not, the only air with which he had, the clean air we are breathing here and now ... After everything ... what more is needed? ...
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