Friday 13 of August, 1999

It does awhile I read the page that spoke of the times.

In this trip I go to the encounter of my destiny, of my inheritance and my dreams. I am seated in a bus, that will leave in five minutes. He is not executive, I will do four hours but of the awaited thing.

That emotion!!!!!!

They are its right to be the things. One must be arranged to pay the price. As well as I prepared myself at its moment to travel, I had to speak to him pretty to an employee to obtain ticket.

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We have spent six hours. What eventful journeys of trip. That is the peculiar thing of these things, the jump to the stranger, who nevertheless, is so familiar.

They are little but of the three in the morning. They lack at least six and maximum nine hours to arrive at destiny. In the trip I have understood things that never I understood, and I ask myself as I could be so foolish.

Finally I understand to that the Nagual Andrés with two moons talked about, and thinks.

A person asks to me followed " in what you think ", and it is almost impossible to explain that there is no internal dialogue.

I can answer rare questions without problem, and now here, in the middle of no part to three in the morning, I think about the brightness of the sun and jumps in parachute, adventures and the morning.

During years, about the times of battles it thought much in the individual battles. In the possibilities of winning or of losing, and acting consequently.

When i was making the proceedings of the military service, Mexico Guadalajara traveled constantly, and in a place like this town without name, i lowered. One of the reasons of the many addresses of the Nagual, is to maintain the eyes fresh, and to facilitate the change between several speeds of the world.

I will let write. Again the movement begins, I prefer to think about the brightness and color of the sun.

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Eight in the morning, Ciudad Victoria. It is so beautiful to see the mountain range again! The green extension arrives down and. I think that in these years that I take without going to the sea, I have also forgotten its secrets and beauty.

Nevertheless, in this trip I will not go to the sea, but I must begin to travel constantly. This land of Tamaulipas is beautiful; I will return followed, and I feel that this trip is first of a series that approaches me the future.

Yesterday was Friday 13, today is Saturday 14, strange earth and beautiful, the speed of the people is different.

Where it will be what I look for? There is something I understand now, is not enough to be able to kill with the hands; it is easy to destroy, but my hands must return to practice the carpentry, is necessary to construct the morning. The claws of the wolf also protect, but the sky gains with the hands.

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08:30

I am to 270 km of my destiny. I could have arrived before driving, but I have not handled by this mountain range, and the curves see criminals. I lost a breakfast, but they are left many days of life.

I have not written on the detents of soldiers who have stopped the bus several times. Whichever corruption has been called on to see to me.... The conductor, who received little money and food free to stop in a place, the police of ways that approved the last detent without reviewing when receiving a twenty bill, or in the capital, the supervisor of security selling confiscated jewelry shop to thieves to the elements of the line.

I am tired, but contented. Mainly I am tired by the stupid films that happened at night. It was a heavy combat, to avoid that certain things entered me. I am contented, because through this trip they allow that valuable things and people with the necessary force enter my life. The Nagualismo, the reason for my trip.

I have desire to make the things, brain and heart. In my pocket, an acceptable amount. But that does not matter, concerns the dawn that I saw short while ago. The sun raising where it is his place. The same sun that illuminates the same to all, can illuminate the disagreeable hope and nobility, or things.

Another detent, that barks.

Thursday I received a supply of interesting work, and soon I will see the details. A change is necessary when one does not receive answer. I am tree of fruits, not of firewood. And my place is where it is the Earth that it feeds the tree. The nonEarth that requests fruits without giving to water nor nutrients.

I write. I see another bill change of hands. A trip of 10 days comes to the mind that was going to make to Argentina. Everything has its time, the trip that I am doing is a symbol also, a search that will increase my knowledge, and will let grow my heart. I believe that it sounds stranger, or outside context, but memory a phrase that I read a time ago.

The doors are opened for which it is arranged to cross them.

Wednesday a person asked to me on the revenge. I responded to him that the claws and the tip of an eagle, are not only an adornment. There are things that are ours by right, and justice. Thursday somebody asked to me on the paranoia. I answered to him that the paranoia is a weapon, and like all weapon, does not have nor can to be all along in its cover or outside her.

During years I did not realize that the evasive force of my veins had helped to leave in front of the dangers, but Thursday, when doing the habitual exercises, when extending the left hand to the sky, something happened.

Something returned.

I cannot describe that it is. An absence in my arm has gone away. Something in my eyes has returned, and the claw is here.

Years ago the same it felt, when the illusions lived within me. Although my youth has gone away, anyway I feel just like then. The claw at the end of my hand, and the smile in the heart, whereas crossing the threshold, I see and I smile.

To see of a as it touches to us.(spanish: "A ver de a como nos toca")

And at the time of again undertaking the trip, of which this trip is the symbol, the battle phrases return to my lips, the tense body, and the hands stop being simple hands.