The terrible storm had destroyed their wings and their desire to
live, no sea gulls feels
like to live when the storm has broken its wings.It was an epic
storm, the gull had never seen anything like that, his piercing
amber
eyes had seen before, from the sky, threatening masses of clouds,
black clouds and dirty clouds seemed to want to kill his step, all
life under them.But nothing like the storm.In fact I was not
even prepared for bumps and tumbles all you got, because after
that
morning sun and beach games, fighting here and there playing with
his
friends, for that elusive sardines, the afternoon seemed quiet.But
the storm came without warning, by the back door, lightning made
the feathers bristling, and his soul was filled with fear
and
grief, thinking of what would come upon him.The storm unleashed
its fury on his little world, and could hardly believe his eyes
were
seeing.He put his face against the wind, he had tried his wings
endure the fury of the waves, tried to fly, he tried to ask the
terrible storm because she was doing this on the beautiful beach,
just a few hours before, was full of hope, full of games, and full
of
illusions.But the storm did not answer, just struck with fury on
the beach.A storm from silence, a storm of ... nothing, nothing,
nothing. Only the silence.
ripped the wings of the seagull.
