The Steps Of The Goblins Aobre Autumn Leaves Fall

STEPS OF ELVES on the fallen leaves of autumn. STORY Author: Ana Mar? A MANCEDA be teaching and caring for a family is no small thing. Cook came running after her purse and throwing books on a chair, I put the apron and start to prepare the sauce, then put the water to boil for the noodles. I love the smell of garlic, parsley and bay leaf browning ground beef with Oh! I overdid it with salt, Too! I was hooked with the class how I could drain the passionate world of the cosmos! The boys' faces when explaining the Big Bang, the expanding universe, quasars, black holes! By becoming aware of everything I admire that women can do in an hour without saying in one day! . As I open the can of Pomarola remember that I have to put colored clothes in the washing machine. With one foot close the refrigerator and when I pass by a small mirror placed strategically in an area near the kitchen amazes me to see my picture. Before returning to school in the afternoon, I need a nice touch with this aspect I can not attend to students.

Lucio was as expected! I love him so much. Like all pre-teen has days that is communicative and others that the only words are: _ Well, - nothing. What did you like and eats what I cook. His father arrives later and whirlpool surrounds us everyday. Today is a day that does not talk much, is thoughtful, I join in my thoughts. Hm! In the afternoon I have to photosynthesis _ Guys, this process is the basis of life! Without plants on the planet would not exist, the leaves have chlorophyll to capture sunlight and the roots absorb water from the ground, with these elements ... _ .... Fito Mami heard the goblins ... ! My mind seems like a whirlwind and land. Sorry son _ What were you saying?. _ You see, then I say you do not tell you anything. _Bueno ... Well, I apologized to you, please explain what the elves. _ What happens is that you do not like camping. Hm! I thought of my poor spine, in my comfortable mattress and everything else he needed to welfare. _ Lucio, you know that I correct work weekends, the weather is poor me.

_ No! To you I enjoy being with books, and you do not believe in leprechauns for you if everything is not found there. I felt anxious and guilty, like all working mothers. _No Lucio is as well, please, tell me the story of the elves. His face lit up. _ Fito's Granny, who has one hundred and three years that the goblins that roam the forest, are tiny, like gnomes. It turns out that once God had an assistant who was his right hand but it was very ambitious and selfish, he wanted to have all the power. God was angry, he threw the sky and the doors were shut out many were the evil angels. By living so long in the land they lost their wings, now roam the woods repentant. Grandma always lived in the area and says he saw them, now you can not move living in the village, but Fito was camping with parents and swore that he heard.

We talked about it, in this area of ​​Patagonia is very common to hear legends of Mapuche origin, stories of UFOs or other magical hues. We agreed, the next weekend we go to camp as soon as the rains come and snow. Way to school were mixed in my mind two issues: the photosynthesis and the camp ... Oops ... u ..! Utensils, food, antiinflamatarios. Anyway, I stop ruminating preparations and get down to work. In just my son was right. Then came "The Big Day?, Chose Easter, which fell to our lot the first days of April. San Martin De Los Andes is very stable, climatically speaking, at this time, nights and mornings are cold, sunny and warm for nap time. The color impresses the senses, one is faced with bright greens, browns, reds, yellows ... ... blue sky very blue. On the way to Yuco, chosen to camp closer look at the landscape. The Chapelco beginning to show patches of snow and forest trails are carpeted Fall. As soon as we dedicate ourselves to set up the tent, time was pressing, we had to beat the sunset.

Actually this work a lot but I do not like so much what to do and the environment is so beautiful that my annoyance is hidden in the tasks. Sammy, the dog Fox_terrier so dear to us, run like crazy back to the lake and happy to receive pampering then resume their circuit. Animals dramatically captures freedom of nature. From the entrance to the tent to see the majestic Lake Lácar contains much beauty and mystery! I let my mind fly recreating the period of glaciation that shaped him and grateful that fate has brought us millions of years later to live in this geography. We must make the stake, Lucio and his father looking branches to feed the fire. Prepare the mate, will share the campfire while making dinner, the evening is being advertised and cold too. We eat lamb with potatoes, and spicy pot, drink wine, soft drinks and chatted. Ideas come as a beneficent rain, we forgot to discuss the household economy, the clothes lying, dirty dishes. We talked about legends about the "Leather lake? Many natives were floated at different times, of UFOs parked behind a hill, or the rapidly emerging from the depths of the lake.

I can not handle my temper and looking at the sky spectacular, with the Southern Cross sovereign indicating our hemisphere, think aloud how wonderful it is to be traveling in this blue ship, accompanied by the sun in its journey through space What beings other galaxies or from ours, with us in this fascinating stroll through the cosmos? My son's eyes meet those of his father, accomplices, and resigned to this woman educator. Then, silence. When you go to bed just listening to the murmur of the forest. The morning we were surprised too cold, invigorating, and we returned with our laughter, surprise, it is common to wake up with such good cheer, always in a hurry and aware of our obligations. Sammy happy with the rides. Lucio and his father trying to exploit the last days of fishing allowed. I revel in watching the vegetation, the richness of the Patagonian forest, meditate and enjoy the mind. On the eve of our return home as a farewell dinner we decided to grill the trout caught. A delicacy! After the task after dinner we prepare for sleep, it was cold, I went to embrace the warm little body of my son Twelve years!

How many illusions would play in your head? Time passed and still clinging to him, thought that the routine does not allow us to ask these things Or is that the future gives us some concern? Parents are always helping them build their own destiny but rarely try to talk to them about their dreams, their hopes, their fears. It is as if we push the time, but in reality they need us now! Now! My husband slept and Sammy was lying coiled at the foot of Lucio, when the silence of the night was heard the rustle of leaves on the autumn soil. The dog stood up, shook his ears and looking for the direction of sounds. He looked like a spring sat and looked at me, our eyes met and I remembered that resembled the looks of this miraculous one and only time you nurse. With a broken voice almost told me. _ The elves! . We listen together, hugged, how restful steps blew the leaves, like piano keys. Then he walked away, gently, leaving a miraculous melody in our ears and our spirits. Lucio was looking at me, then I wanted to catch the moment when he fled his childhood to adolescence, and I knew that whatever his fate, never forget that when he heard the passing of the elves on the fallen leaves of autumn, was hugging his mother .

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