A Forrest Fenn, un millonario de 82 años, se le ocurrió un plan para hacer que los norteamericanos se levanten del sofá y dejen de lado las tecnologías: esconder un cofre lleno de monedas de oro, diamantes y esmeraldas y dejar pistas para que la gente llegue hasta él, hasta ese tesoro que nadie salvo él sabe dónde está.
As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it's no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answer I already know,
I've done it tired, and now I'm weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.
Jajaja estos millonarios diviertiendose viendo como los pobretones buscan unas monedillas,la semana que viene otro escondera un baul lleno de comida en algun punto de Africa y ale que empiece el juego...
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As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it's no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answer I already know,
I've done it tired, and now I'm weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.
Jajaja estos millonarios diviertiendose viendo como los pobretones buscan unas monedillas,la semana que viene otro escondera un baul lleno de comida en algun punto de Africa y ale que empiece el juego...
uhmmm tesoro y poema....
Quisiera ser pirata
pero no por el oro ni la plata
si no por ese tesoro
que tienes entre las patas
¿Si consigo resolver el poema, sobrevivir a los mosquitos y a la comida enlatada, ¿que porcentaje le corresponde a Hacienda?
#1 Si suponemos que es una especie de "Donacion" en vida... la estipulada en donaciones.
Pues a mí me parece una bonita aventura. Ojalá que el que lo encuentre documente la historia, es digna de una película