The next morning there were no bells in Coatzacoalcos, fishermen already had its first load of the day, the women were doing dough for tortillas and beans began to boil in the crock pot ready for a hot day. But that day the wind blew. River going to die so that's why the wind blew. It is no coincidence. There are people so sensitive in the world that nature obeys the rhythm of your soul and heart. Rio's eyes were full of water clouds, the heart was the sun hidden behind the color gray. River float as it moved stone by stone jetties harsh. The violent waves were as if they were the only ones who want to stop. But it stopped. When you want to die but death will stop ...
River reached the end of the jetty, he looked menacing monster had before, waves hated him, wanted to eat. Rio paused to contemplate his life to see if there was anything to save. Nothing, not the memory of his mother or a father, a hug, an accomplishment, nothing worthwhile, meat, terror and disease. Dirt, rust and tears. Tears had stopped flowing long, dryThe river was dry, fluid, emotions, ideas ... no, not dry.
The truth is that Rio was full, was a boy of 20 years, full of love, that was the problem, Rio loved everything, loved everyone and everyone ignored love. The problem is not being dry, is to be full and not have to be served. River in the world would not be for lack of love, but for lack of being loved ...
started to rain, Rio closed his eyes, stood on the tip of the tallest stone to expect a wave to take the necessary strength and then went ...
not know what to do and less with such a look and ask. - I do not know what to say - Every time your voice heard Rio felt a strong blow to the soul.
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What nonsense River - began to laugh Agatha - JAMA s had spoken, and now that I do not know what to say. River also began pouring into laughter - If you? - I never thought I cuYou must be joking, I tried to talk to many people and often means that they have all decided to ignore me?
- If, on the sad and cruel that is yes. But there is something even more cruel than that river. They all feel the same way.
- That can not be true, I stop every day wanting to talk.
- No, wanting to be understood.
There was a pause in which Rio made a face of not understanding.
"Look, everyone can talk, even though you can not, but no one will listen, basically all have the same despair, but that there not be frustraciónnoheard, but not to be understood. You do not need someone who will listen, you need someone who understands you ... Can you hear those waves so violent? Nature is giving you a message right here and now.
River began to think, I never thought from that perspective. In the background the latent despair was that nobody took the time to know who he was and he did.
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River
You are deaf, some are fatter, some are skinny, some are gay, otp; nbsp;
Agatha spoke a little of everything for hours Rioyo voice every time he played a new song he felt that I wanted to I met Masy Masy a lifetime and could never leave her. He realized he had no hatred in his heart, but love, love without using and finally was using. For the first time in his life River had a beautiful feeling to no longer die. Thought about suicide and she looked so distant and so absurd. Now there was a reason. Late afternoon, after hours of talking they realized that the time hadvery fast after the tremor had subsided sea. They were already sitting on some rocks nothing dangerous and far from the roaring waves as Agatha stood.
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know that here is a cave?
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That's impossible - said River - have been a thousand times and never have I seen a & hellip ; But there he was, an entry in some stonesaba completely dry. Came down. The ladder must be at least 10 meters. It was impossible and yet there they were in a room inside a cave where they revealed a wooden bench and above it a glass of water.
-Rio - Agatha said in a surprise at the silence of the place - What do you most long for in life? Riverno doubt for a second
-Talk!
- Well, if you drink this water, you can talk like normal people.
- River choked with happiness and briskly approached the bench.
- But! - Grit &
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