Miguel

In the village Lupuna hear of the red. and wanted to know, we knew it was a tree frequented by evil sorcerers.

Then we went into the woods along a path lined with stubble wet hides. We werejumping from log to log to avoid stepping on the spines of the ñejillas. Its thin spines scattered everywhere retarded our painful walk.

Palms found stripped of their leaves and mature trees sheddingtheir tears sap as silent witnesses to many people transiting this jungle. Snakes slithered afraid to feel our presence, green iguanas and chameleons change color, we looked surprised, but not daring totake a step.

The sweltering heat and humidity of the forest we were sweating profusely. And then, under the shade of leafy cormiñón, intense relief with fresh air.
After hours of walking, wespotted the outstanding cup of red Lupuna. But was not as close as we think. We had to walk a few more hours.

Finally, the giant tree with its characteristic red bellied stem was ahead of us. Bellyabnormal trees. Stunning belly, ready to burst with its sap if abundance is permitted. In the red Lupuna no one, neither alive nor spirits. We were struck by the perfect cuts of skilled scalpels in histhick stem. Apparently someone skinned the bark to extract some mystery.

We had heard that at times lonely and stony silence, an expert sorcerer spell binding and loosing visited her often. They saythey expected to visit the forest no one to prepare, at the foot of the tree, its matte thick rope with drunkenness.

Then, take a bowl with bitter brew rite begins his nasal singing together.Tpreviously spins on an imaginary circle around the Lupuna. Makes gestures with his hand raised imploring the tree to give favors. And from time to time, launches moans, as if it were a wounded animal, andstriking, the hissing snake emitted when in trance.
When the sorcerer Lupuna sure that will give the favor, draws from his bag a piece of the victim, carefully folded it, he spits a greenish...