translation "el leve pedro" (somewhat trippy, tried to fix)

For two months he came close to death. The doctor grumbled Pedro's disease was new, there was no way to treat it, he did not know what to do ... Luckily the patient, got better on his own. He had not lost his sense of humor, his quiet provincial calm. But he was just too skinny. But when he wake up after several weeks of convalescence he felt weightless.

     "Listen," said his wife, "I feel good but I do not know! My body seems... absent. It is like my flesh is coming off leaving the naked soul.

     "Languor" replied his wife.

     "Maybe."

He continued recovering. And walked around the house, tended to the hunger of the chickens and pigs, gave a coat of green paint to the hen house and felt animated enough to chop firewood and take it to the storehouse.

As the days went by, Pedro's innards lost density. Something very strange was going to him, undermining and draining his body. He felt a feeling of a huge lack of gravity. Weightless like a spark, a bubble and a globe. He could cleanly jump the little gate, climb the stairs five by five, take the highest apple from the tree.

"You've improved so much," observed his wife, "it seems you are like a boy acrobat."

One morning Pedro was frightened. Until then he had worried about his agility, but it all happened as God intended.  It was extraordinary, but not miraculous. The miracle came that morning.

Early, he went to the pasture. He advanced content because he knew that in no time at all he would be at the barn. He rolled up his sleeves, set up a tree trunk, took the ax and struck the first blow. Then propelled by the momentum of his own swing, Pedro took off.

Axe still in hand, he stayed suspended at the ceiling height, and then slowly lowered, falling like a thistle or a soft piece of paper.

His wife came to the rescue when Pedro had descended, and with an expression of death, trembling, grabbed the trunk of a tree.

- Hebe! I nearly fell into the sky!

"Nonsense. You can not fall into the sky. No one falls into the sky. What happened?

Pedro explained the occurrence to his wife and she, not surprisingly, agreed:

"You happen to be made an acrobat. Have I not warned you. When you least expect you will fall and break your neck in one of your tricks.

- No, no! 'Said Pedro. Now it's different. I slipped. Heaven is a precipice, Hebe.

(Ok I'm bored figure the rest of los errores out yourself they're funny)

Pedro let go of the trunk that anchored but clung tightly to his wife. So once again embraced back to home.

- Man! "Said Hebe, she felt her husband's body stuck to her like a strangely young and wild animal, eager to escape. Man, stop struggling, you're dragging me.  

- Did you see, you've seen? Something horrible is threatening me, Hebe. One twist, and I begin the ascent.

That afternoon, Peter, who was lounging on the patio reading the newspaper stories, laughed convulsively, and motor propulsion that was rising like a merry Ludion as a diver removed the soles. The laughter changed into terror and Hebe went again to the voices of her husband. He managed to grab his pants and pulled him to the ground. There was no doubt. Hebe filled his pockets with big nuts, lead pipes and stones, and these weights for the time gave his body strong enough to dam the gallery and tiptoe down the stairs from his room. The challenge was undressing. When Hebe removed the iron and lead, Pedro, floating on the sheets, was intertwined with the bars of the bed and said:

- Care, Hebe! Let's do it slowly because I do not sleep on the roof.

"Tomorrow we will call the doctor.

"If I sit still I get nothing happens. Only when I do I toss Aeronaut.

With a thousand precautions could sleep and feel safe.

- Do you want to upload?

-No. I'm fine.

It said good night and turned off the light Hebe.

The next day when Hebe eyes off seeing Peter sleeping like a saint, with his face close to the ceiling.

Looked like a balloon escaped from the hands of a child.

- Pedro, Pedro! He cried in terror.

Pedro finally woke up sore from squeezing for several hours against the ceiling. What horror!He tried to jump backwards, falling up, climb down. But the roof was sucked and sucked the ground Hebe.

"You'll have to tie one leg and tie the closet until you call the doctor and see what happens.

Hebe looked for a rope and a ladder, tied a foot to her husband and began to pull all the encouragement. The body attached to the ceiling was removed as a slow blimp.

Landing.

In that slipped through the door a air correntón tilted slightly embodiment of Peter and, like a pen, blew through the open window. It happened in a second. Hebe screamed and he vanished rope, rose in the air of innocence in the morning, rose in gentle swaying like a runaway balloon color on a holiday, gone forever, traveling to infinity. There was a point and then nothing.