The feeling of time on El Camino Del Inca

Sobre El camino del Inca, it seems that time has stopped. Time, this only wealth humans possess, stretched and tore through the loneliness of the Andes. I surely ask myself why my knee hurts, why my wrist is broken or why the skin of my hand is finally contrasting my line of life. I surely tell myself that I spent much time scratching the surface of the Earth and the time given to my body is counting down quickly. Experience of giving the time in times where time is often purposely wasted in killing the time. My body hurts. I won't stop or maybe just to contemplate, take a picture or think of a souvenir. All together giving me strength to fight the damage of time.
Sobre El camino del Inca, time has drew its line, on which sun and moon surely will be crafting the most beautiful lights over and over again until the end of time.