Somewhere we leave it written: "When a man observes the sea, he expands his nostalgia for himself . " The sea is an individual consciousness and each subject enters it in their own way, making a water border with their chest. It is difficult to have a single idea of the sea, and that lack of dogma is noticeable. On the shore we have seen shipwrecks waves, we have raised promises, we have enjoyed loves that we swear to keep our whole lives, without even knowing what life was beyond the perimeter of this bay. One came to the sea to flood with a playful appetite for heartlessness.
With age, the body's cells become overloaded and degenerate, but something remains in the depths of the brain beyond the disappointment of aging: the days accumulated in the same sea full of music and time , slow of trade and love, still of sea and come back where you founded a part of your existence and where every year you come back to dig up the boy you thought was a little apache with your heart.
The challenge of seeing you as you will never be is also concentrated in the sea. One day you were any of those children who today fight the waves delivered to the beautiful job of standing. Then there was no more threat in the world than adult life on the shore, where orders were given that only water could smooth and slide down the skin like a surplus to disobey. Inside the sea, the first lesson was the greatness of adversity or the promise of adventure. This happens when the sea is the other buoy in your biography . The blue flag of a good portion of the experience. The little triumphs. Failures. The calm. Restlessness Loneliness. Some memorable moments in good company. The lesson of the sea is to feel alive. And maybe that's why there is no more precise concept than a beach or ceremony more innate than the sea.
At a certain age, memory and imagination are the same thing . If I now think of those summers in Mazarrón, I know that there is something in my memory that I probably did not live. But it is as intense as the other, because remembering is having everything already invented. Everything that happens in the sea is always revived by accumulation, as if something of that lost world were to rise again with a radiance that contradicts so much stunted life. This is how the years go by, with a beach on the other side of winter waiting to take shape every summer. There where a man or a woman expands the nostalgia of themselves contemplating the horizon with their backs to the living. There where a child ignores fear and is still immortal .
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