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He shot suddenly. At that time was like never, very strong. Was no chain, devouring the miles, like a motorcycle going ... It took a moment to glasses since I was going through a long dark tunnel. He saw nothing. Were few kilometers something distressing in that had time to think of everything, how well it went up ports in the Alps or Pyrenees, or participating in the march so hard in Asturias. We came to mind images one after another, lasting memories that did not quite know why, but at that moment he planned in his head. At least it was a nice way to entertain the mind while crossing the interior of the mountains. Finally saw the end of the tunnel and a blinding light was foreshadowed in the background. When he went outside, could not repress an exclamation oh, to see the extraordinary beauty of the landscape. A paradise in the form of green mountains, crystal clear rivers, all under a blue sky incomparable. He was about to tackle the last climb, the more demanding and hard for all he had done so far, a grueling but beautiful port. Addressed the first ramp and was surprised how "easy" and fast he went. With a light worthy of the best climber was dodging impossible curves one after another, Demarre strongly in each hill. Invisible voices cheered him, probably his imagination, that he would encourage more and more to arrived at the top. Sometimes it seemed that even in the ditches were people encouraging him. At some point he thought he saw between "public" for someone in your family. He thought the head, perhaps due to the effort, I was playing a trick and kept climbing, pedaling like angels. Little to cap was missing when he was found, a strange but authoritarian character that prevented him from continuing: "Sorry, can not go. The road ends here and you turn around. " Puzzled because there was still a mile uphill, turned around and chose not to argue with someone who really seemed a competent authority. Began its descent, some disappointed, and that's when he started hearing voices again. Every time you hear clearer and closer. After the fall was when he saw a crowd surrounding something or someone was lying on the floor. It seemed that it was an accident. When approached, the world fell on him. Which was on the road, his helmet broken and his bike was destroyed himself! At that time he was awakened by voices: "It comes around!, I come back!". Indeed, he opened his eyes and there he met his family and friends that they were reviving. He had just returned from climbing and descending the port of your life.
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