Dawn was kind of a piece, the sun was high and burned to death on his white skin. He walked on the banks of that sea is calm and head down, looking as if it were amazed the first time in my bare feet sinking in the sand moist and soft like a cookie melted in milk, while the water covered them completely before retiring, then again lie on the shore, with the same frequency of a metronome. The end of the beach yet not seen, because stop? Few people around him, intent on doing anything to them in private, regardless of the figure from thin shirt flapping his chin that sent proceeded downwards. It seemed to be very concentrated, nothing could distract him, even when he was in the middle of a race between gulls, four or five of them, the more competitive, not to deflect the trajectory and thus lose time, they went on literally touching it . Two cuts on your shirt, get one front and one behind the wings of birds, were now printed on the head as two smiles. He did not change. After an infinite time finally are
looked ahead, but not stopping the march and it took some time before his head stopped spinning, so it was with his head bowed.
just on the edge of his vision he noticed a familiar figure in the distance was too far away to be sure, but felt that it was precisely those who thought. He paused for a moment, stood still without lifting his eyes and took a breath.
Way! He began to run, fast, with all his strength, feet first heavy hours without touching the sand-sink biscuit, cuts on his shirt had become vents worthy of a one-off, the sweat coming down on the body was plentiful oil the joints of its limbs. People were still around not to notice him, only the first four or five seagulls watched him with amazement.
Run, run, run, nothing more beautiful she thought the boy without looking away from the target. The air became cool because it was already wet and the sea seemed not to notice what was happening around him, breathing in and out, that's all.
The marathon continued to race but soon realized not to gain ground, indeed, the familiar figure continued to walk away in spite of apparently the same. Then sped up to feel almost burst, but the vision approached, and disappeared from view after a few seconds.
He stopped, exhausted, tore the that was left of the shirt to breathe better before falling back.
A wide arms now the boy admired the blue sky, spotted here and there with some tiny white cotton, too indifferent to the scene he had just witnessed, the first four or five instead of gulls looked at him once, briefly, from above, before flying away
