They say that it a stormy night on the shores of the beach, palm trees tangled stifled breath of the waves had destroyed, he was delirious inconsistencies, holding her swollen belly and asked the moon to help. They also say that the coconut bit wearily crashed into the sand, looking for the sweet liquid appease the thirst of his lips pursed lips perhaps a human face pain away. They showed that the seabed particles maybe. Pieces of body and soul Ondina not know how long it would take to restore or if I could make.
hands was bleeding, puffy eyes and who knows if a lot mourn or perhaps the lightning that did not stop hurting the sky, had blinded the eyes. Holding her swollen belly about to explode as if they wanted to let out the child in him and kept repeating in despair, Insaf, Insaf Allah.
For days he had stopped raining but still wore the horizon blocked by a thick ceiling of Cold Steel. Were many people that the storm threw up his bank, a bank that had been stained Ondina death or life, depending on the case, finished thinking, wondering what would this woman who, at times, seemed to disappear under the sand after death ditch clinging to fresh water of the coconut. Your life is not over yet, tried to rescue him whispering Ondina memory seemed to have some mud on which it contained.
Ondina cities did not know or bridges, ships or aircraft to communicate with those cities, and yet leave to go around the world from her womb, from their miseries, pains and joys. Ondina was so old that gave birth to the sea, retired from his feet so that you respect their living space, but also turned his side when he wanted to be caressed.
If anyone knew of calm indifference, grief and despair, that was Ondina. Semi-divine origin gave the patience to deal with the human imbalance with ontological chaos storm originators beings, far more terrible than those that lashed the coast, valleys and mountains. So he devoted himself to give to take, over and over again, fresh water from the coconuts that the storm, a friend at the end of nature, had put their fingertips. Soothing water that removes the cries and soothes the fever of the senses. A Ondina only hear you cry enough Insaf wing and clean his wounds the body, to sense his painful fate certainly unfinished.
A crescent moon night, the woman's swollen belly about to burst, he opened his eyes for the first time and looked intently at Ondina, known for its aroma it was she who cared for her, who had sealed the wounds from the inside and outside the archaic power of stories to tell, what is your name - he asked - Fadhila - she replied - and immediately afterwards a long moan pierced his throat while he begged, holding her belly and released the load, save his daughter ablation.
With a close look at the half moon, it became stationary, light and precise without a veil that identification. Birth had been tortured by women stoned for loving the wrong person and sentenced to death for being a source of life. Allah Insaaf Insaaf, was the last thing he heard say, and his belly fresh off a heavy downpour. Coconut holy water life threw a girl who live in freedom and justice away from Ondina. Elena López Meneses
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