bridge on turbulent water

This is one of my experience when i went with my parents to santander.I like that place very much.The first time that came to Santander, where I am now, I put me in the beach and when I put a foot in the edge and the sea already was a friend met again began to be listened in all the splendid bay that is formed around the sand the Bridge on turbulent water of Simon and Garfunkel. Many years after that first trip, I returned to the Sardine one, was a turbulent, or at least cold day, and I remained in the stoops of a bar, looking at toward the horizon, yearning for that sand diluted and humid that had stepped so many years before, in the same place, perhaps by the same days of that at length passed time. And it began to sound, as if was a wink of the coincidence, again, the same melody; the time stopped a while, I noted in a notepad the result of the chance, and I thought that perhaps the coincidence wanted to send me some message that passed flying. Now I am next to the Sardine one, I am going to buy a bather, I am going to take advantage of that it is a magnificent day in Cantabria and I will try to put me again in the beach and in the sea. I do not believe that he sound that song again, but at heart, that is to say, in the memory, always they sound the songs that some time went something for us, like a hand that saves you, with its own words, of the words you avoid. Then I will do an interview and later I will return to Madrid, after some days in which the literature has been like an immense sea and two full notebooks, that go with me. I write in the vestibule of a hotel, I listen hasty voices; the life begins in Santander, beside me a coffee resides and a glass of water is bored, while two mobile silent try to find me place in the day that already carries some awake hours.

A little vulgar left me, or a lot, but all is true.