One year ago today that this blog came to life. This was the first story I wrote, the first of many. Now my inspiration sleep, perhaps, it has swallowed the sea ... a hug for everyone and thanks for reading.
Night falls in a coastal village. The wind blows hard, the beach will be forfeited and the house lights are turned shyly. In one of those white houses lives Miguel, a old fisherman who even in his eighties is still excited every time he sees from his window the sea, his beloved sea ... The rolling waves reminds Teresa, which was the great love of his life for over fifty wonderful years. Two months ago, a terrible disease and Miguel snatched dreamed every night reunited with her, hug her again, feeling her perfume, the feel of your skin ...
The old man could not stop mourn when he recalled the sweet words of Teresa on his deathbed. Miguel
-my love Do not worry, we'll meet again someday. As the waves can not stop, my heart will not now or ever. Close eyes and listen ... I'll just be asleep, is my deep breathing that is mixed with the waves.
stroked his withered hands and over the photograph of his wife who was resting on the bedside table. Miguel
heart was growing heavier every beat was a pulse of life, a life that no longer wanted unless it was with his beloved. The days were long and nights even more. While the people slept, the moon lit up the Loneliness of Michael, who drowned her crying into the pillow.
The hours passed and the old man could not stop listening to the roar of the waves. Teresa felt called it, that this time they could sleep peacefully together to it.
Without thinking twice, Miguel got up and decided to descend to the beach. Once there he took off his clothes and crawled into the vastness of the sea. His bare feet sank into the cold sand and the waves caressing your skin. As his body went into the water, Michael felt a sense of infinite warmth, a pleasant fullness that never could have imagined. His eyes narrowed as he felt the touch of a hand on his chest ... again felt on your skin caresses Teresa longed. He stretched his arms and hands together tightly intertwined. Michael could not help but mourn for happiness. Could finally get back together with his mistress Teresa.
Suddenly, tide began to rise, the waves broke violently against the rocks. The sea enraged, he could not allow a mortal dream come true. The souls that inhabit the whimsically chose. The contorted waves his hands again and drove the strong love the old man gunned down in the sand leaving, lying, out of breath ... died in just a few seconds suddenly feel so great despair of losing her love again .. The screams of pain were heard Teresa all the people. The sea had been a witness to their encounter and the cause of eternal separation.
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