SINOPSIS DEL LIBRO

It was a gray windy noon in the beginning of autumn The sky and the sea were almost of the same color and that not a beautiful one The edge of the horizon where they met was an edge no more but a bar thick and blurred across which from the unseen came troops of waves that broke into white crests the flying manes of speed as they rushed at rather than ran towards the shore in their eagerness came out once more the old enmity between moist and dry ...Seguir leyendo