CUENTOS DEL ALBA 1
HADAS Y HUMANOS, LA CONEXIÓN
LAURA AND MIGUEL´S BLOG
We are two people, my name is Laura and I usually act with my partner Miguel.
We both veil for the safety of the sailors sailing on the high sea.
We are two young angels. We belong to the world of the fairies. They are surrounded by nice angels around them. One day the whispering wind of the woods told me the legend.
If you call us in your creative and imaginative mind, you´ll see us next to you.
We join both worlds, the world of the fairies with the reality one. We do it in different ways, through unnumbered multidimensional portals.
We relieve the huge and furious waves of the sea. It is sometimes weird, but we do so that sailors don´t shipwreck in their journey through the inhospitable seas.
We veil in order that the travelers of the seas be safe and arrive always full of life and illusion to theirs destinies.
Therefore, once and once again, we watch over them in the woods of the fairies.
Right now, the sailors of a gorgeous Transatlantique are asking us for help.
When the Northern wind blows, above all, in winter, it becomes cold in occasions. It freezes the hinges of the porthole. Many ships were built with them.
In this actual story, this Transatlantic is huge, immense, new. It has just been painted in white luxurious colour. Neverending adjectives could be written down here. By now, I won´t mention them.
I wouldn´t have enough time to describe and tell you how gorgeous it was inside and outside. Therefore, I won´t exceed in details to tell you about this short monologue.
The aforementioned sailors traveled that day. They are called sometimes sea wolves, I mean, people with a wide experience in the seas.
They sailed on the icy waters of the Northern seas. Miguel and me usually work in the Mediterranean waters, but once we are called in another places or frozen seas, we travel there at once.
We were invited to try the cabins of the gorgeous Transatlantic one icy day. We weren´t many, probably twenty, but since we were offered with that nice gift, we enjoyed and thanked them for it.
That day, a sudden gust of northern wind unexpectedly traveled through the ship.
It shook us swinging it back and forth.
We wobbled like marionettes. Lacked of force and inerte, we lay there. It swung us in a despairing swaying likewise a pendulum.
We could sink at any moment.
If we didn´t reach to dodge the huge arising waves, at both sides of the ship, we could sink.
The merciless fury of the wind shook us.
On hearing the scream of a sailor, I drew closer, trying to make him safe. His body shuddered and trembled with cold and fear, like the rest of the crew.
Their minds scarcely wandered in thoughts. They only wished that those atmospherical phenomena stopped as soon as possible.
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