no mar

Just before it was dark, as they passed a great island of Sargasso weed that heaved and swung in the light sea as though the ocean were making love with something under a yellow blanket, his small line was taken by a dolphin. He saw it first when it jumped in the air, true gold in the last of the sun and bending and flapping wildly in the air. na televisão agora. ainda a comparar o homem solitário num bote. o de Crane, o de Faulkner no rio e este de Hemingway. espaço de heróis, meu comandante. de homens, diria, com o seu olho azul. de regresso a casa, entre Leixões e Alcântara.