Written by @loretosocorro
Waves that travel backwards only exist on the Melenara beach.
First they are shadows of adventurous people who decide not to be dragged between walls or on the ground again. They discover that the asphalt is boring when they form salty waves and bubbles, between the cliffs and the shore.
Every night, the waves upside down, set traps and hunt the laughs, which were forgotten, in the shadows.
Youthful laughter and all those that smell like watermelon are the stickiest and hardest to catch.
When mother Sun wakes up, the hunters turn back into just sighs of sand and return to the sea.
They are playful shadows that amaze, snort and dance backwards.
