put me on and chat with him, well he is still wrong.
I look at the red earth, the profile of the hills, the palm trees, the light. I decide to sit more comfortably. Out of the corner of my eye I peek in his direction.
And sitting upright. Look ahead, serious, in silence. I've never heard him say "please" in the way he said it today. Who knows what is hiding, that "please"... who knows what Juan will do today, without me.
Who knows where, so suddenly and mysteriously, who knows where we are going. But I feel that, now, it is him who does not want to speak. I look at the palm trees, the profile of the hills, the red earth: if it weren't for Papa I would never have seen this beautiful island in the Caribbean Sea, I would never have met Juan.
The car begins to climb, higher and higher. Slow down, stop. Papa tells the driver to wait in the nearby bar-restaurant by the large thatched terrace.
When we go out the sky is clouding over and a few drops of rain are falling. We set off along a path. I feel light, I feel a great peace in me.
We are now at the top. Papa is sitting. I too sit on the ground next to him. He smiles at me and says, "You just have to look at the ocean. I need you to look at the ocean, with me."
Rains
in the small bay of Cojimar
The wind ruffles the palm trees
looking up still looking for the sun
And moves the boats to land,
how to protect them:
he will have to, in a few moments
transform the ocean
into an enemy
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