Farid was waiting on the shore with a set table.
He had promised to serve a grilled dinner on the ocean shore, and I went with him.
Together with his friend, he prepared the lobsters and shrimps caught today, after first placing my favourite fruit — passion fruit — in front of me.
The ocean rocked the boats with a great roar.
The blue of the water turned to silver unnoticed.
As the setting sun left the harbour, the colours disappeared as well.
In the darkness, only a broken candle flickered.
