Ali Water II 
"If everybody had an ocean ..."
- Do you hear that music, Gracelyn?
- I hear it, Gabriel.
- Comes from down there, somewhere in the city, or maybe ...
- comes from the ocean, and the city reflects it, as if every note was a wave, a counterpoint for every break, every ...
Grace smiled, looking up into the sky above the sky, beyond the blue atmosphere that marked the space of white beach that was a cloud, but at the same time a rock. Archangel became closer, resting her head on his shoulder. Gabe followed the melody murmured with a faint voice, and tap the rhythm on his lips with his fingers.
- every line ... a poem to be written - Gabriel concluded. The
Undine smiled again, pressing him on the red couch, hanging on the white surface of the cloud - Yes, that's how I hear it sing, between the Ocean and Earth, the waves and houses.
- Sing the end of the school, the time stops and the days are endless, and surf boards and towns in the sky ...
- Sing the beginning of summer, time that gives a second for every hour that passes, and laughter that become underwater energy ...
- Down in the city began, Gracelyn. I have no more doubts.
- Even in the oceans. As the Fathers had prophesied.
- As the Chief said ... - Gabe raised his thumb and looking up.
Grace giggled, emerald green with her voice in tune with a smile that lit up the eye-We will have our hands full, I think.
- Yeah. But the world will survive, in the end, no?
- I always did, love - said the barefoot Ondina, closing eyes and began to sing that song the Beach Boys.
over the ocean
When Gabe saw for the first time in a small, but cozy diner on Pacific Coast Hwy, between Frisco and LA, Grace thought it was a crank, of those that if they are on their way, and do not smile much. But that, however, had something interesting to tell, who had listened patiently.
had noticed the Nikon on the table, casually resting next to a notebook and the package of red, and she thought that type expression serious, almost frightened, because who knows what thoughts hung over, was a reporter, a journalist, something like that. It met all the time, for work, and he had remembered something that an investigator of the subsystems of the real-an 'expression that she had always liked her, since she came to mind during a meeting with representatives of Greenpeace, and was often used when reflected to himself on the mechanical, sometimes absurd for her, the world's surface.
Turning next to the table where the man sat down, intent on drinking his coffee, Grace saw that, close to the camera, and the pack of cigarettes, there were photos, depicting places her family. He lived in LA for so long that he could not recognize, for example, Sunset Blvd, Glendale, Burbank. Intrigued he stopped at a table of reporters, and asked him if he had done, those photos.
Gabe replied yes.
At this thought, and, stretched comfortably on the chair first class of Los Angeles-Sydney route, the feet free from uncomfortable torture of expensive leather shoes, listened through headphones to a selection of music Rock FM, pleasant and unobtrusive . It was not a great habit to manager, to always travel in the most comfortable. Its marine nature demanded it, and while traveling elaborated the most effective strategies to contribute, through the work of Star-Shaped Seashell org. , who ran the company, to improve the quality of life of a planet threatened by too much imbalance. Anyway, he paid his own pocket all the many trips that the charge (and mission) required.
As the plane was coming to Australia, flying over the Pacific that Ocean that was his home, and where, in the depths, his people lived, Grace thought the crisis - as he confirmed Gabriel - had begun. Would involve land and sea, and probably even the sky. But she was sure, and the conviction was strengthened by the confidence with which Gabe had spoken a few hours before, sitting beside her, and hugging, their cloud that looked like a rock, an angel and un'Ondina, and all the forces of Light, would protect the planet from the multi-dimensional loops of the Kraken, and its legions of nightmares rampant.
