Upon reaching the Malecón Graú, the tourist scene had radically changed, people came closer, but not like before ... To breathe in the sea breeze and close your eyes to feel like a seagull flying or think of being a fish, with wings and furrowing the waters, on the crests of the waves do pirouettes, until reaching the White Island and resting in its palm trees, nibbling one or another coconut ... and resuming the flight until landing on the highest mast of a fishing boat that returns from the high seas, bringing its succulent fishing, after being a sailor on land in search of good, gentle and uncompromising loves as in every port, as in all seas. Bierny was saying in his mind, facing Chimbote Bay.
"Hey!" Bierny, "Nalexa wailed at Bierny, waking him from his livid dreams of greatness," Wake up!
"Ah!" It is the sea ...
"What is the sea going to be like?"
"You are the one who is lost. Who knows in what worldly thoughts?"
"Excuse me!"
"Next time he pulled your cheeks or I'm a bag, you embarrass me."
-Seriously?
"What's up? Silly, I enjoyed looking at you like that ecstatic, as if the world didn't matter to you ..."
—I would like to lose myself like this, without fear of tomorrow !? Or what will they say?
—I'll show you if you like ...
-You can? To have?
-Come closer.
-Here?
"Closer, get in front of me."
"Extend your arms ...
"Now I'll hold your waist."
-Well.
-Close your eyes.
"Ready, left eye closed ...
"I said: both eyes."
-Already!?
"Now breathe in while I count to ten."
-… as hash (1)… as hash (10)
—Relax, imagine that you are a butterfly ...
-I can not…
-Why? What happened?
"A butterfly couldn't beat the sea winds and would fall flat on the rocks and break its wings and more." Do you want that to happen to me?
-No!?
"Then be more ingenious, and don't squeeze my waist so much with your hands!"
"Excuse me ... that's fine."
-Yes. Keep going…
—You will be a seagull with blue eyes, and white feathers with gray stripes and you will fly: playing among the waves ...
-Oh yeah! (15 minutes later)
Whispering in Nalexa's ear, "Berny, he said, hey honey: Wake up!"
-Dad! It's you?
-No. I'm your friend: Bierny.
"Oh, excuse me ... I got lost in your dynamic therapy in front of the sea and yes what turned out." Snif. (Nalexa, from her eyes, were running slight tears ...
-Something happens? Why are you crying, Nalexa?
—This I used to do with Dad on cruise ships, when he invited me to accompany him for ten long years… Until what…?
-What happened? You were going to tell me something ...
—I understand, don't worry, you'll tell. Are we friends or not?
-Yes. Give me time to have the courage to say what ails me.
—Tomá: —he hands her a handkerchief with hand-woven edges, her little sister did it in the school class, although her mother finished it and it had several colors of threads, it was to laugh or in the case of Nalexa, so that keep crying.
-What is it? Is…!?
"Looking at Bierny, very sweetly," Nalexa said, "Can you give it to me?"
"Oh, you make it difficult for me ...
"Why, is it a gift from your girlfriend?"
-No! My sister and mom did it.
—Then take, you better keep it.
"You see, did you like this handkerchief?"
-Yes. My mother used to make them like this ... and not anymore. Snif. Snif
Nalexa cried again, so Bierny gave her the picturesque scarf again and this time, Nalexa kept it forever.
(Keep going…)