Climbing is a bit like a couple dancing a pas de deux on a stage ... vertical. Strange pas de deux in which they dance in turn, mostly alone, and meeting only for brief moments on the climb. Perhaps a more intimate dance in which even the music is made of silence and physical contact is sublimated ... remain the confidence, rhythm, balance, fear, emotion and beauty.
The Beauty ... already! ... The rock does not reflect the 'image ... how wonderful not having to deal with their image to be what others consider beautiful! When calling the soul takes flight for a short time and emotions become clouds that float in silence read cold air. The feeling you can breathe in the steam and dry that sometimes envelops you, and the body (heavy) becomes a means to the soul (light).
Maybe the clouds are formed by the emotions of those who want to touch the sky? The world below seems so far away with his racket! Yet it is always there, ready to call you with its weight when it gets to the top. But then the clouds hold in there a little bit of soul who reaches them?
Every time I try to bring down a bit 'of emotion but I can not! Every time I feel the weight through the breath leaves me and I can not hold your breath! I smile every time I touch the ground, and for a brief moment, I'm pretty !
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