Nature knows what is going to happen...

Arrived on the island, the first night: simmering and sometimes rough and a little higher; by the winds that moved the waves over the rocks and of course also over the fire of this great love.

Five years waiting, they couldn't wait: a long university study, a "Science" award and a three-day honeymoon wedding on the White Island and only for two; maybe we forgot something like the 'dark' acquisition of a yacht with a laboratory included ...

The notes of a melody composed in its first verse, it talked about how they met ... (in five long years, you can imagine how much that chord was repeated; the strumming of the guitar started the night; and more than one star fell loudly; metaphorically speaking )

For the second stanza there was some family advice (her parents helped compose that stanza and recounted her baby years; what do you think, a hologram was projected from the Yacht that showed year after year a photo of her compared to another photo of him; that was very epic and unmatched, it really prepared her heart; it is how you speak to a girl in her last phase to be a woman later)

The third stanza was a serenade, to close the cycle of a five-year infatuation (the courtship was like the trip on the yacht from the shoreline of Chimbote Bay, with a first boat trip from the shore of the Malecón Graú, towards the pier, from there the bouquet was thrown, the slogan was to plant a palm tree where the morning waves let the bouquet of flowers brought from India rest, dedicated in a ritual of nuptial charm).

The night was almost a cry of the first time winged, deep and unforgettable; in the broken heart of two lovers who gave each half to the other and sewed with kisses and hugs their halves composed of promises, prayers and congratulations, until they lived a new dawn again.

Thus came day two and the lovers of the night before were no longer two strangers putting on more love tests; but two perfectly married couples linked until the end of their lives forever in an eternity.

They say that spring comes first and with it the butterflies will fly; but in the laws of the seas and islands: the cry of sublime, intimate and human love, breaks every natural rule, making it pro-human; he is the invasive human of worlds contracted on themselves; who dedicated themselves to conserving their territories, but not all of them drink the same water. Not humans; They still have a long way to go to drink the sea water: why don't they want to drink the water they make dirty?

Man stealthily devours his ichthyological riches, fish evasively drink from the inexhaustible sources of the sea now polluted by marine tributaries; consequently, man does not drink seawater because he knows that it contaminates it, but if he eats out of custom, tradition or simply by collecting edible objects from time immemorial; To life goes on and will the strongest win?

In pandemic times it is not like that: a microscopic creature, made from an animal gene, a mixture of a plant gene, even a human gene. Elaborated during the last five years, it will be released where the creation of the Bahía de Chimbote begins; on the reefs; it will be injected in quarterly sequences; until obtaining strains; the new cultures will make a super virus resistant being; to climatic, atmospheric and deep sea changes, an immortal, changeable, adaptable and reproducible creature: the anticovid.

"We are going for a swim, love," he said, Alondra.

"It seems to you if we dive to the reefs at the same time, near Farallon Island," Darkman argued. "I need samples of algae and coral; and I want to put our initials in the sea, so we would come year after year to see what happens?

"Okay, but I'll go after you, I don't want to get tangled up with some giant squid or octopus or get bitten by the tail of a stingray; precisely on the seabed; I'm not afraid of sharks but jellyfish and electric eels, "said Alondra.

That first dive would mark their lives and their days and the blood of their children for generations ...

On a daily basis, the legions of crabs were seen, walking from the bushes, or coming down from the tall coconut trees or coming out of their hiding places among the sand and the rocks and plunging into the sea; that day nobody saw them leave; and if we say nobody, we mean the human eye, which until that date never invaded the reefs adjacent to Farallón Island ...

Nature has its histrionic senses, and as never before the 975,000 million children of Rey Latro, were already among the reefs since the previous night; they fled due to the strange noise of the guitar and the cries of the woman and the man in human mating, which blurred the natural ...

We must say that man is not dark by himself, but what he carries with him, either in his mind, in his hands or in his heart, in his voice full of anger, in that blow moved by the go to. In a simple sneeze, in a spit, in that cold and indifferent look; in that negligent action as the action that was about to occur:

-Lark! Said the Doctor.

—It's time to dive, we are going to go to the reefs in one go, in search of a privileged place to leave our mark in the deepest part of the sea.

—I follow you, love, go ahead, I will follow you.

In the reflection of the sun's rays in the crystalline waters, a world of vivid colors could be seen in the background; but instinctively corals, algae and all marine flora; as strangers passed, they changed from bright color to mixed tones, then faint and gray ...

Nature knows what is going to happen ...

It was the human dance, over and over again, marking virgin territories with someone who lost her virginity the night before in a long wait of five years, it is as if a devastating revenge will begin, for the cry of the maiden in her first time; that cry that will never return, but expands in a unison echo; a wave like egocentric radar looking for the prey to devour in its path, or rather to poison to produce a poison against itself.

(Keep going...)