Hasta el Maximo

After an eternity of trekking through deep mud we recognized the stream flowing out into the carrue, and almost immediately the trees disappeared and we reached the flat. The huge figure of a stag dashed like a quick breath across the stream and his body, silver by the light of the rising moon, disappeared into the undergrowth. The tremor of nature cut straight to our hearts. We walked slowly so as not to disturb the peace of the wild sanctuary with with we were now communing.
-Ernesto Guevara