The king of the deer is an animal tired. Lonely and proud, has planned to pack his supremacy. Perhaps it is Now is the time to surrender his horns to that of a son stronger. And in November, a time of battles: the time of the females. From the valley rises the smell of man, the murder of his mother. Even the man, the man was in there over the years, and most of his life was spent in poaching the animals in the mountains. And the man door, improperly, as the "king of the deer" - as he had killed. It has a magnum and a bullet Three hundred eleven grams never left the wounded beast, killing with one shot. Erri De Luca light of the imminence of battle, a duel that seems to contain all the duels. It does so by entering two solitudes different: that of the great suede detention under the immense and protective vault of heaven, and that of the hunter, the cattle thief, who has never had a real story to tell to kidnap the attention of women, to win its battle with other men. "In every species are solitary groped to new experiences," says De Luca. And here it is said, precisely, these two animals facing each other at a distance less sensitive to the mercy of a deadly embrace.
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