When I see a nation like Argentina or other Latin American nation is approaching the pre-election periods.
I realize that Steven Spielberg's Jurassic Park a reality. I am referring to those species which had disappeared from the face of the earth, because a large-scale meteorite had fallen in the area of \u200b\u200bthe Yucatan peninsula, the meteorite was called popular vote.
But someone cloned the remains of the lost species. Your DNA on the pterodactyls, brontosaurs, tyrannosaurus, ... will one know that another specimen, was mixed with a kind of frog or snake to give it life.
But while the above reminds me that the neighbors should remember another story that I remember is the line below.
Once a peasant, who was climbing the mountain,
found among the rocks of the high peaks a strange egg, too big to compare with that of a chicken. In addition it would have been difficult for the poultry to place it got there. Rhea was impossible
not know its origin, decided to exclude it from the site.
Returning home, I gave the landlady, as a trophy of his foray into the high Andean peaks.
His wife recalled that just had a turkey brooding a clutch of newly laid eggs. Seeing that more or less was the size of the others, was and also placed this under the turkey hen.
It so happened that when the shells began to break the
poults, so did the pigeon that brought the egg brooding in the Patagonian Andes. And although it was a bird not quite the same, not out too much of the rest of the brood.
And yet, it was in the end of a pigeon more. Although he was born in a turkey, life came from another source. Having no where else to learn, the baby bird to imitate what he saw. Piaba as other turkeys, and followed the big kettle in search of worms, seeds and waste. Digging in the ground and start jumping was the ripe berries the "caulk."
lived in the corral, and he was afraid of the "vultures" who often came
to dispute what the landlady threw in the backyard after meals.
At night they went up to the branches of an old Araucaria more dead than alive, for fear of the Maroons and other vermin. He lived fully imbued with the silliness, making what he saw others doing. sometimes felt a little strange. Especially when you had the chance to be alone. But it was often left alone. The turkey can not stand the loneliness, and supports the others are devoted to it. It's bird flock, to take breast to impress, to open the tail and drag the wing. But anything that impresses, it is immediately answered with a resounding mockery. Something very typical of these pajaronas, despite being large, flightless, are crawling.
A midday clear sky and white clouds in the hills beyond, our weird bird was surprised to see a strange bird who planned majestic, almost without moving their wings. He felt a jolt in the depths of his being. Something like a call from their ancestors who inspired his animal instinct.
His eyes used to look always to the ground in search of food, could not distinguish what was going on high. But his heart awoke a powerful nostalgia. And he, because flying it? Her heart pounding and anxious. But then she met a turkey by asking what he was doing. He laughed when he shared his feelings. The Pavot said it was a romantic, and to stop this nonsense. They were for something else.
had to be realistic and to a place where there was very little fruit matures and found all kinds of worms. Confused
the poor animal was left out of his charm and his companion followed him back to the silly. He resumed his normal life, always tormented by a deep inner dissatisfaction that made him feel strange.
never discovered his true identity of a Condor. And grown old, the day he died. Yes, unfortunately died in the silliness as he had lived.
And to think I was born to the high peaks! He died like a turkey being a Condor.
Ultimately one chooses to be a Condor or turkey to listen to others who think wise.
Mustapic Federico Antonio
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