It was a strage summer night. He walked through a small avenue by the sea. He heard the sound of the waves caressing the sand. Smelled a strong scent of salt and freshness. Called wide attention the shocking silence of human voices. No one, no man, woman or child who could find on his way or at a distance.
He was alone.
Him, sea and that uncomfortable pavement covering the avenue. Suddenly he understood that wasn’t walking, running … yes, running but why?! Not remembered. Did not even know what he was doing in that place in front of the ocean. Was he running away from something or someone? Was he heading somewhere? He kept the clothes, could feel it while he ran, seemingly toward the pier. Stopped short in his footsteps to get in front of an old wooden boat that was to take abandoned there long. Feet ached terribly. He looked down and his eyes, irritated by rubbing wind poisoned of sea perfumes, could appreciated the cuts on his feets. They were bleeding. How long was he running barefoot? He stood, watching that old boat that had been covered with pictures and words. It was like a small canvas of multicolored half buried in the sand.
He approached look at some of the inscriptions. Highlighted one sentence on every word: “The Sea is now your home, go into it and find your life.” A set of nonsense words for him but had some melody to read aloud.
Now he did not run however could feel moved forward although with some difficulty and felt his wet clothes. The wounds of the feet were burning as if they had been salted. Suddenly he understood. He was walking into the endless ocean in front of him. “Sea is your home now” sounded in his head over and over again.
My home. My life. To it belong, I can not avoid it.
I sink down. I cannot breathe.
Now I understand. Now I hear you. Now I see you. I look at you, my love who one day you missed out on this deep blue sea which today has made us to reencounter again.
I feel life. I feel freedom.