Un vânt uşor, cu miros de scoici şi apă sărată, îi trecu prin păr. Seopri din scris şi privi în depărtare. Era marea albastră, cu miile ei desecrete. Marea pe care o îmbrăţişa mereu cu aceeaşi infinită dragoste.

-Andres

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