Horacio Duran

Surviving guide for 2012 It was the summer of 1979, I went to a retreat in the mountains of Chiapas Mexico. Up in the top, between Tabasco and Tapachula Chiapas, sets a town name Jitotol, which in ancient Mayan means “up high”. During my stay there for three days I heard that deep into Quintana Roo a State South of the peninsula of Yucatan, existed an old seer, a direct descendant of the Mayan tribe. This old man believed to be over one hundred years old, it is also believed that he could hold your hand and tell your future, or just future things that you will became aware as time passes. My curiosity won me over, so I got together with a guide who just wanted the adventure of a days journey and good conversation and took into the Jungle, in some instances it is call the black jungle, because you open a trail by machete and in hours you can not find your way back. Of course nothing was going to stop me if I wanted to know about my future. By that time I have been to Canada, several

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Cada dia trae consigo un nuevo amanecer, cada dia viene acompañado de una sonrisa. Tu eres el cielo mismo, la esencia de la sonrisa de los niños de hoy, mañana cuando me encuentre en el asilo, ya viejo, calvo y olvidado, recordare que te dije que invaluable eres hoy. Memorias son el alimento de la vejez, buenas memorias son el cielo, y un brazo estrechado hacia la eternidad. Tu, te olvidaras que un dia fui tu instructor, pero yo recordare que hoy eres lider porque me ganaste el debate. Algun dia estaras sentado leyendo unos poemas olvidados, entonces la luz llenara tu alma, evocaras mi imagen de años ya pasados y sabras que somos UNO.