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The boy and the sea

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Alberto Juarez Vivas
Alberto Juarez Vivas
Alberto Juárez Vivas, 27 septiembre 1964, León Nicaragua. Poeta y escritor. Promotor de la lectura y la escritura creativa en las instituciones educativas del país. Fundador del grupo escritores ESPJO de la ciudad de León. Fundador y director del programa cultural NOCHE INOLVIDABLE en Radio y Televisión. Ha sido parte de proyectos de promoción lectora como facilitador en VISION MUNDIAL CON EL PROYECTO LEO, COMENTO, IMAGINO Y CREO y otras instituciones. Entre sus obras publicadas destacan INFIERNO CLANDESTINO (POESIA) HORA QUEBRADA (POESIA), SOMBRAS DE LA GUADAÑA (TRES NOVELAS CORTAS), OBED Y OTROS CUENTOS (CUENTOS INFANTILES), CONSUMATUM EST (POEMAS EN PROSA, INEDITO) TU CUERPO, GUARIDA DE LOS PAJAROS (POESIA DE AMOR) . Actualmente prepara su próxima novela DEBAJO DEL ESCALPELO y SIN PREVIO AVISO. Ha publicado en la REVISTA EL HILO AZUL, 18 VOCES DE LA NARRATIVA NICARAGUENSE (ANTOLOGIA), ESE VIENTO QUE CANTA y otras antologías dispersas. Sus obras han sido publicadas en revistas, periódicos nacionales y extranjeros, así como en páginas virtuales de referente internacional como ACIC. Actualmente es colaborador de la página virtual TINAJA INTERCULTURAL.

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Traveling to the sea on a Tuesday is something strange, of course it is not normal. But that happened. We decided to venture to the beaches of Poneloya, to be more precise, to the mouth. The intense heat of Holy Week forced us and we all somehow agreed. And we set sail.

On the way we bought fruits, melons, smooth and tufted mangoes, watermelons, a bit of everything. I forgot to say that the two vehicles that would transport us were so full that I sacrificed myself. I boarded a new bus from the Sutiaba market, although comfortable, I had to travel on my feet all the way, it was full of people. But, at least it wasn’t one of those yellow, slow and dilapidated chimbarones from a few years ago, when the roads were in a deplorable state, with tremendous holes. Phew! You had to think about it up to ten times to travel.

Now it’s different. The municipal authorities, with the support of an international twinning, have left them in such excellent condition, that in less than thirty minutes one is transported to the beach, to enjoy the natural generosity.

We were happy in one of the ranches of the bocana, we tasted fish mouths, peeled coconut soda and devoured the fruits. The murmurs were confused with the music of jukeboxes, in a devilish mix of songs. It was then, when the silhouette of a boy of approximately four years of age, caught my attention. He was crouching down, staring at the sea. The expression on his face was astonished, observing that bluish stain that instilled curiosity in him.

The boy grabbed a pebble and threw it into the water. The effect it produced when it fell was a great discovery, phenomenal!

The half-naked bathers shared between laughs and dances. The men in their shorts and the women in their bathing suits, except for a fat lady who was a few meters from the group. Since his thing was not to exhibit parts of his body, he would jump into the water with what he was wearing.

But the little boy was still immersed in his visual adventure, a point that was confused with the gray tones of the landscape. A woman as thin as the horizon approached him, from a distance she gave the impression that she was going to disappear.

“Come on, Gustavito, let’s go bathe,” the woman said to the boy.
He got up abruptly from the sand and tried to run, but couldn’t. The elastic arms of that woman caught him…

-No I do not want. leave me! Help!

He couldn’t get away. When he was in the woman’s arms, his screams were terrifying, the panic was bigger than the sea. The two sank into the water; the child tried to escape without result. From that moment he was condemned to torture, until, finally, the woman came out of the water and put the child on the sand, who was trembling with cold and fear.

As soon as he felt free, he ran desperately without looking back, he wanted to be as far away from the sea as possible.

The afternoon dissipated in a song of sun, over the branches. That woman, as skinny as an L, turned out to be his protector, although for Gustavito, that afternoon, she was his executioner. Somehow she had punished him undeservingly.

While the boy Gustavito bit into a piece of watermelon, he thought:

«Perhaps it was not good to look at the sea and play with its waters; It wasn’t good to throw pebbles at him either, because they sure hurt him. That’s why that strange, very strange lady came out to me ».

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