Here I am. I would say back but I've never been, after all, if here are my dreams, it is because here I am. With a new life and with my classes already started, I had no more excuses for not uploading my new story .
Once upon a time man in love with the sea. As some other people fall in love with this man fell to his knees surrendered to the sea from the first time I saw: the waves gentle but aggressive at the same time, the intensity of the aroma of salty sweat, the color purity of waters of unstable temperament, that color more beautiful than any skin that might have, or brighter than the most lucid eyes.
Love as it was, started courting the surf as a teenager for the first time seducing the girl he pursued for years. With the same nerves, the same timidity, with the same illusion that life is teñiría of whatever the tone of unrequited love, began approach her. With trembling voice began to speak, first of trivial things and later of their personal problems, and the roar of the crash of the body of your listener solid against the cold rocks of the mountain river sounded like tender whispers in your ear biased, or perhaps as a contagious laugh that ended up mixing with that soon went out of his mouth.
And little by little began to know he sea and the sea to him. And the man soon learned to when the sea was sad, his water ran slow and weak. Also understood when I was happy: his cry was stronger but still was calm, patient, relaxed. And he learned, whether to fear the fury of the anger that was expressed by the deafening roar that left no listen to anything or anyone else.
The day you first kissed was etched in his memory by the heat of the salt in your heart open to those feelings never felt before. It was a soft touch, light, like the couple who first dared to overcome the physical barriers, left little, slow, fearful, curious.
And the day he completely immersed himself in that heavenly body, completed the sea stopped and the man knew life.
But love is love without its aggregates. So, with love and jealousy got in touch doubts arrived, and each person entering the water on a beach, the man wanted to kill her, because the sea was his, hers, his princess, her maid, her greatest love, and it was simply intolerable to think that someone else could touch him . While
Yes, love became obsession. Sometimes, the man who spent whole days watching dare come to these waters that he loved, and memorized their faces and voices the conviction later look to make them pay for their insolence. If not for the reassuring words of the sea, man would have ceased to be.
The obsession became the core of human life, and this made his entire life around the sea. She lived with him, ate from his hand and always slept under it. He studied everything about him, and for years and years, he learned those secrets that even the most knowledgeable you are elusive, and I learned more and better than anyone ever had or ever could do.
But over the years the relationship became destroyed, and once it was known all, got bored. His heart stopped moving to the rhythm of the waves and started looking for a rate at which sonar. The man, a worthy representative of its kind, became ambitious and wanted more, something that the vast, untamed Tues
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