-Quiero pasar más tiempo contigo y con mis hijos; ya estoy cansado de esta vida agitada a la que los he condenado.

Terminó su frase, con la voz a punto de quebrarse en llanto, respiró profundamente, y luego con tono animado le dijo a Corinna.

-Vamos, cariño, arregla las maletas, aprovechemos que es diciembre para esquiar en los Alpes franceses.

Corinna se emocionó ante la idea y se colgó al cuello, diciendo:

-Buena idea, mi amor, la pasaremos genial.

El viaje fue tranquilo, todos tenían muchos deseos de llegar a esquiar.

El calendario marca 29 de diciembre del año 2013, la nieve era escasa y las rocas lucían majestuosas; el instructor le adviertió a Schumi:

-No es buen momento para esquiar, campeón.

Schumi respondió:

-No viajé de tan lejos para quedarme a contemplar los Alpes franceses; vine a sentir su frío y su grandeza.

Schumi se colocó su chaqueta de esquiar, sus gafas, su braga de cuello, los guantes y los calcetines. Estaba desesperado por lanzarse a la aventura, por eso no espero a Corinna; se fue solo, como cuando piloteaba sus carros en la fórmula uno.

Schumi perdió el control de su cuerpo al tropezar con una de las rocas, y sufrió un politraumatismo craneoencefálico. El traslado hacia una clínica de Moutiers se hizo sin perder tiempo; el cuadro clínico de Schumi era delicado; inmediatamente lo remitieron al Hospital de la Universidad de Grenoble. Allí le practicaron dos intervenciones quirúrgicas y lo indujeron a un coma.

Corinna llora ante la presencia del recuerdo; ya han pasado diez años de ese accidente. Se levanta de la butaca, camina hacia Schumi, le pasa los dedos por la frente, lo besa, y le dice bajito:

-Tenemos mucho tiempo juntos, mi amor, trata de despertar, por favor.

Me gustaría invitar a @hjlott, @acostacazorla y @marcybetancurt. Aquí la información

Greetings to all the Steemists who make life in this distinguished community. Last week I couldn't publish my story, because the fact of never having felt winter with its snowfall demotivated me a little. Then @weisser-rabe, in his winners' post, let us know that the image was a "game of illusion", since it was not snow, as he mistakenly believed; but rather a tangerine beer cake, mandel and sparkling wine, hehe.

For this week the word is "Midnight"; and I will take the liberty of writing a story based on the life of Schumacher, with whom I wanted to participate last week, thus repaying my previous debt, and, in addition, I will use the new word.

Wake up, love

It is "midnight", Corinna feels the cold of the door handle of the room where her love is; inert, but with warm hands. Her body looks like a bonfire, in the middle of a winter room.

_Pixabay

she looks at him, from her chair, with tenderness; and immediately she reminisces about those vacations, in which Schumi told her:

-I want to spend more time with you and my children; I am already tired of this hectic life to which I have condemned them.

He finished his sentence, with his voice on the verge of breaking into tears, he took a deep breath, and then in an animated tone he said to Corinna.

-Come on, honey, pack your bags, let's take advantage of the fact that it's December to ski in the French Alps.

Corinna was excited at the idea and hung it around his neck, saying:

-Good idea, my love, we will have a great time.

The trip was calm, everyone really wanted to go skiing.

The calendar marks December 29, 2013, the snow was scarce and the rocks looked majestic; the instructor warned Schumi:

-It's not a good time to ski, champion.

Schumi responded:

-I did not travel so far to stay and contemplate the French Alps; I came to feel its cold and its greatness.

Schumi put on her ski jacket, goggles, neck gaiter, gloves and socks. He was desperate to embark on the adventure, that's why he didn't wait for Corinna; She went alone, like when she was driving her cars in formula one.

Schumi lost control of his body when he tripped on one of the rocks, and suffered multiple head injuries. The transfer to a clinic in Moutiers was done without wasting time; Schumi's clinical condition was delicate; He was immediately referred to the Grenoble University Hospital. There they performed two surgeries on him and induced him into a coma.

Corinna cries in the presence of the memory; Ten years have passed since that accident. She gets up from the seat, walks towards Schumi, runs her fingers over his forehead, kisses him, and says softly:

-We have a lot of time together, my love, try to wake up, please.

End

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I would like to invite @hjlott, @acostacazorla and @marcybetancurt. Here the information