That woman, ..
That woman, ..
An expanse with no grass, only rocks and rock.
A strong wind whips the tarp of the jeep.
We stop for photos.
A little less than fifty meters a wooden shed that looks like a drawing a cartoon .
A little more than a shelter, with a rusty metallic pipe that smokes the presence of a fire and warns of the presence of life forms.
A black road , straight ahead and behind us , as if to divide the eye into two different parts , but belonging to the same experience .
A figure avicina , bent and with slow pace .
Shortly after here in front of us a woman's face , covered in little more than rags, with a bundle in her arms stops in front of us .
He has deep wrinkles like the fjords of Norway and dark skin from the high mountains.
It keeps with him a small man , almost closed from view but protected in that burden .
He asks us to salt and sugar, has to be understood if two boxes with half-empty .
Take salt , and sugar and we send them with respect and a smile.
The woman smiles and takes it from one of the pockets of the strange dress an animal bone and holds it out there miming to keep it.
Do not ask for money , I want love, just makes a bargain with us.
I smile, I understand and agree .
The women smiled in his old age to young , still young, only in the eye and restart the cabin.
I look at the bone, has engravings .
Now I know what they were ...
http://youtu.be/f-x1FsvOAz4
An expanse with no grass, only rocks and rock.
A strong wind whips the tarp of the jeep.
We stop for photos.
A little less than fifty meters a wooden shed that looks like a drawing a cartoon .
A little more than a shelter, with a rusty metallic pipe that smokes the presence of a fire and warns of the presence of life forms.
A black road , straight ahead and behind us , as if to divide the eye into two different parts , but belonging to the same experience .
A figure avicina , bent and with slow pace .
Shortly after here in front of us a woman's face , covered in little more than rags, with a bundle in her arms stops in front of us .
He has deep wrinkles like the fjords of Norway and dark skin from the high mountains.
It keeps with him a small man , almost closed from view but protected in that burden .
He asks us to salt and sugar, has to be understood if two boxes with half-empty .
Take salt , and sugar and we send them with respect and a smile.
The woman smiles and takes it from one of the pockets of the strange dress an animal bone and holds it out there miming to keep it.
Do not ask for money , I want love, just makes a bargain with us.
I smile, I understand and agree .
The women smiled in his old age to young , still young, only in the eye and restart the cabin.
I look at the bone, has engravings .
Now I know what they were ...
http://youtu.be/f-x1FsvOAz4
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