Repetía sin cesar Raul en su mente, Mientras trataba de ubicar los incipientes rayos del sol quepudieran darle un poco de calor mientras luchaba con su propio cuerpo para poder llegar a su meta.
Las temperaturas eran extremadamente bajas, y con una visibilidad casi nula, Raul se guiaba por las voces de sus compañeros, y una soga que les unía mientras poco a poco perdía la sensibilidad en su piel, de una forma casi mágica la tormenta comenzó a ceder, con lo cual el se recostó a la ladera de la montaña para descansar.
Esa frase el la había escuchado muchas veces, los recuerdos de su infancia comenzaron a invadir su mente, su padre siempre le inscribía en todas las actividades que conllevaran un reto, el mismo era un tipo temerario, desde salto en paracaídas, hasta el alpinismo, su padre lo hacía todo era su héroe hasta que murió intentando lograr la hazaña de alcanzar la cima del mundo, cosa que Raul estaba por lograr, si su cuerpo soportaba.
El Guía jala la cuerda aunque ya el joven no puede sentir, el movimiento y la llamada lo saca de su absorto
El guia lo mira de forma extraña pero siguen el ascenso, ya con la luz del sol más nitida entre las nubes, cuando la ventisca vuelve a azotar en la cima.
Para Raul el llegar a la cima le proporciona una paz nunca antes sentida, la luz le calma y le da calor, no tiene preocupación alguna, esta solo con su padre, cuando cae en cuenta de su realidad.
El guía coloca dos banderas en la cima la que traia el joven alpinista y otra para identificar su cuerpo que yace en la cima a pocos metros del de su padre, que se reencontraron en el gran ascenso!
Raul repeated incessantly in his mind, while trying to locate the incipient rays of the sun that could give him some warmth as he struggled with his own body to reach his goal.
The temperatures were extremely low, and with almost zero visibility, Raul was guided by the voices of his companions, and a rope that joined them as he gradually lost the sensitivity in his skin, in an almost magical way the storm began to subside, with which he lay down on the side of the mountain to rest.
That phrase he had heard many times, the memories of his childhood began to invade his mind, his father always enrolled him in all activities that entailed a challenge, he himself was a reckless guy, from parachute jumping, to mountaineering, his father did it all, he was his hero until he died trying to achieve the feat of reaching the top of the world, which Raul was about to do, if his body could take it.
*The Guide pulls the rope even though the young man can no longer feel, the movement and the call brings him out of his absorption.
The guide looks at him strangely but they continue the ascent, already with the sunlight more clear between the clouds, when the blizzard whips again at the top.
For Raul, reaching the summit gives him a peace never felt before, the light calms him and gives him warmth, he has no worries, he is alone with his father, when he realizes his reality.
The guide places two flags on the summit, the one that brought the young climber and another one to identify his body that lies on the summit a few meters away from his father's, who met again in the great climb!
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