II
"And now tell the sea,
bitter grief , iodine and salt "
(Rubén Darío:" In the album of Rachel Catalá)
A subtle change in time and space disoriented me. I was so young! down to the sea. The day was an extraordinary beauty, almost suspicious.
The stone steps led me alive, and they had seduced my steps with impunity.
Suddenly I was twelve years. He wore a white camisole, fresh and fragrant. The surrounding world was devoid of any hostility .... The bitterness and disappointment, guilt and resentment, the big mouth disappeared from the horizon opposite to the storm.
meekly went down ten steps to link me to that beach, as the days to come between us and death. And I stepped on the sand.
few small crabs, sand, aquamarine eyes, they passed me as if such thing, as if my presence integrate the landscape.
I walked to the shore. The sand was a caress, the sky, a blue delirium impossible to dismiss and the sea, a gulf which promised certainty, as absurd as it may seem that promise.
was noon. I wanted to join a flight of seagulls, but I was contemplating the vastness liquid, unable to get out of me.
(continued)
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