The worst moment for us was when we said to pick up to leave. We saw him run away and come to ask what happened, but knew what they played. Another race to the shore and back to us. The tide had begun to rise, the sea roared unusually despite being the Mediterranean, the wind began to lift sandstones and in eddies, they had the voices and thoughts of people who, until a moment ago, I spent Sunday afternoon . The sun was no longer, but the reflection of himself, and the shadow of the side of a rock, bare, almost barren, and violet, is extending its line to almost imperceptibly reach.
is coming up with us, we are removing the "snack ", with two of the four stakes removed, take the opportunity to get under the fabric is silk parachute. We took third leg and the fourth, the fabric that made hitherto hood falls gracefully over them, cover and mystery wrapped in a silky, their clumsy movements. The jaloque revolves around all of them and up, from time to time, the fabric ... cu-cu ?...¡¡ behind! and falls back, and dreams of escaping to sea, and returns to be lifted by their hands and the breath that caressed.
Then in the car, the grains of sand on the mats are a remnant winter longed beach and sea. The one on the other, sleeping in the back, rocked by a gentle rattle expressway. Night begins to be true, radio, short in size, the group finalized the results of the Third Division XIII and within minutes the news of 21.00 hours will serve as a wake-up week from Monday ... will have begun.
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