Era hace una vez....

Lucas swam and swam with his only arm desperately, as if touching that handful of dry sand would achieve the most desired goal of his life, his gaze was determined as he fought against the sea with his malnourished body like a canoe and his only hand used as an oar. .

A life full of armor and problems, a lonely and treacherous life, a life where nothing could go right went away with the waves of the sea hitting his body. The tide that was looking for Lucas not to escape, was dragging his sorrows and tragedies lived in this adventure.

The sea as always was ruthless with those who did not surrender, the waves and the violent tide of the night conspired against the dreams of the castaway as if they wanted him to never be able to reach land. But the boy did not give up and kept fighting, he was too close to the target to throw in the towel.

His head screamed at her to stop, that he try it in the morning, where the sea would be more submissive and not so ruthless with his already withered body. But his heart cried out for the warmth of the grains of sand, the salty air of the beach, and young dreamers always chase his heart through the misadventures of their lives.

Lucas was finally able to stand up on the sand and pull half of his wretched body out of the water, with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face he ran towards the beach.

The waves of the sea and a somewhat uneven surface caused the former boy to fall several times while he was running. But that only made Lucas's laughter become more euphoric and his tears more abundant, finally everything was about to end, finally a new stage in Lucas's life was about to begin.

"A little more!!" Lucas shouted with all his lungs, as he ran faster and faster along the shores of the sea, being covered with less water as he went, as if that water that did not reach him represented leaving his past to make way for the new present.

Finally, the final step was about to be taken, but Lucas suddenly stopped, as he did the first time he left the ocean to be abandoned to the good will of the sea.

Lucas bravely looked at the shore and the water at his feet, one more step and it would finally be over. Lucas took all the remaining strength from his body and childishly jumped into the air landing on the dry ground with both feet at the same time, he fell awkwardly and stumbled on the sand. Lucas rolled and rolled on the sands of the beach, but not because of the jump, but because he wanted every miserable part of his body corrupted by seas to be purified with heat from these rough golden grains.

Lucas covered in sand, got up on his knees, raised his only hand pointing to the moon as if challenging the gods, looked at the starry sky with his eyes red with tears of victory, a smile full of pride rose triumphantly on his face, gathered all the air his body could store and raised his head to shout to the four winds:

"I'M STILL ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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