"In the deepest of the sea lies a treasure," she said, never once averting her gaze from the horizon. I remember my mother's chestnut hair, tousled by the breeze, and her gaze lost in the line marking the horizon, almost as if she were trying to understand what the waves were trying to tell her. "I saw it a long time ago, in a dream," she continued, "It hides beneath the sea … [Leer más...]