Ah! I remember as if he had been yesterday the first time that vi the sea. I woke up or they had waked up better me very early still, was dark and I was led half sleeping. I do not know if was, my grandmother, two aunts and I, of bus or car. I only remember to see me dressing a yellow bathing suit with red flowers, ahead of that so powerful imensido and water stranger. The racket of deafened me to the sea and all my directions were confused.

I arrived to think that it was a dream, or nightmare; size was the impact that caused me that vision. My grandmother held my hand or I held the hand of it, I do not know. I do not know how many years it had; one four or five years perhaps. I had a compound of fear, joy and gratitude to some thing, but in special it, D. Albertina, my grandmother. For it to be there, with me, dividing and providing me, a so magical, only moment in my life, and nothing with the hand of my grandmother to support me. Frightfully pretty thing the sea, to the eyes of a child.

One without end of water and sky. The water was green, shining and sparked under the sun. Still I smell I feel it of the sea; that sea of my infancy, and also its flavor, salty, salty ……………… I enter in ecstasy when remembering this day, with the divine sensation caused that me and left roots, of the wind that came there of far, of that place of the sea, where I found that nobody I could have fond. There, in the side of the sea, with its waters wetting my infantile feet, with my grandmother holding my hand and saying any thing that I never knew that he was, I felt a thing that until today I do not know to explain. In that instant I could know ' ' the holy ghost ' ' , as much that, still today, all the times that I think about God, I believe that of all the things who I know, the one that more comes close in similarity the God, either the sea. Immense, intense, mysterious; of and it takes off the life. Guard of secrets and mysteries. There either night that is day, it continues, fearless, strong, powerful. It does not need nobody to continue to exist. It could write in details, all the possible tricks in the praial Could speak of the wonderful dainties that my grandmother prepared; of the fear that felt to lose me of it, in that so unknown world. But I cannot translate words the generous joy that overflew of my grandmother, in its words, affections and attentions with me. today, close or far from the sea, still I can feel the same sensations of the first day and there the homesickness that I feel of it, of it and me blows up.