Patricio Journal
The maimed, with their early road tractor towing a Cuba fragrant crop protection for proper task of crops that plays at that time. Muffling his words with the roaring sound of the engine turbines tractoril impressive for himself, he echoes the childhood dreams that will captivate even the contemplation of the horizons inside the mother's primitive nature, mount , ace, gullies, weeds and good, cobweb clouds coloring the sky like cotton candy, the irrepressible hare suicide bomber among the monstrous wheels of the tractor, the valleys and shadows ...
Patrick, alone in his day, moving with weary steps andn each element around him, felt the gap that opened in its path, leaving the track, I felt that it is impossible to stop without dying. Thus, while advanced, smiling. Always accompanied by a shy smile on his face, even when discussing with others. He always thought for himself "or lame or lazy, I will make a way."
Patrick did not know letters or numbers. Rarely related to people, except as necessary for their work and public chores. From what little he spoke, many people thought he was deaf and dumb, because I do not pay much attention to others. But nevertheless, observedeverything around him with haunting delicacy. And despite being crippled is not considered a cripple. Far from it, was strong and agile, appearing much younger age of praying in his card.
lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town.'s Abode was very well maintained, as necessary, but no frills .. Baker regularly brought him bread and eggs every day for the other things going Patricio people twice a week.
no wife or children, if raised alone. Born in a ditch in the wild, like the flowers of the road. The wind crept to where he is today the largest of anonymity andof solitude. But I wonder ....
Who could see through the eyes of Patrick?
The more anonymous the world is more verbose in the desert
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