the "disease"
I think it's a disease ... the desire to climb. Climb, climb, climb, as if you will.
A real love relationship with the rock, where the senses perceive the secrets of the earth, where the hard stone welcomes you and allows you to "create."
S i, because a road on the rock is a "creature" is like painting a picture, how to draw a dress. All you have inside is released, it is expressed, transmitted on the rock. The result is art, a line ... a line that includes emotions, fears, moments, moments when we feel in control of the world and times when you feel small and overwhelmed by the grandeur of nature.
A ver afraid to face a difficult passage is part of the game, this is perhaps the best feeling, the fact to get a discussion of risk.
S i, because a road on the rock is a "creature" is like painting a picture, how to draw a dress. All you have inside is released, it is expressed, transmitted on the rock. The result is art, a line ... a line that includes emotions, fears, moments, moments when we feel in control of the world and times when you feel small and overwhelmed by the grandeur of nature. 
A ver afraid to face a difficult passage is part of the game, this is perhaps the best feeling, the fact to get a discussion of risk. The risk of falling, flying. Perhaps the ultimate protection is down, a few feet below, but that's where is the best out of you, you know you gotta go, is like entering a tunnel and comes out when you feel you are grown up, once said of Essert . It 's a wonderful feeling ...
And go ahead, higher still, listening to music and smelling the smells of football ... notes perfect shots of the hammer on a nail well put, the music that comes out when the hand search of the multitude of "tools of the trade" the nut of the correct size you need for that slot ...
. .. also "all spring," "Put in the Game", "Give me a rope", they become music. Communications with traveling companions, with whom, in addition to climbing a rope, another rope was tied by invisible, which is that of a deep friendship that only the mountains and sometimes extreme conditions it imposes may create.
S ono grateful to the rocks. I take all of this ...
And go ahead, higher still, listening to music and smelling the smells of football ... notes perfect shots of the hammer on a nail well put, the music that comes out when the hand search of the multitude of "tools of the trade" the nut of the correct size you need for that slot ... 
. .. also "all spring," "Put in the Game", "Give me a rope", they become music. Communications with traveling companions, with whom, in addition to climbing a rope, another rope was tied by invisible, which is that of a deep friendship that only the mountains and sometimes extreme conditions it imposes may create. 
S ono grateful to the rocks. I take all of this ... 
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