Death was the great lady, the empress of the world, which showed him with his majesty matt white, in broad daylight, defying the splendors of sun, blue sky, the bright green of the sea. The reflection of the dying star put a spark of life in malignant bone wafer face pale in the gloom of the black river, in his smile was dread … Yes, it was her! The clouds scattered at sea level seemed puffs and folds of a garment that hid his huge skeleton, and other clouds floating overhead, a broad beam, the escaping vapors more subtle and uncertain bone forming one arm ending in a dry index curved claw as a dam, pointing far, far away, mysterious fate.

The vision vanished quickly with the movement of the clouds. Borráronse their dreadful contours, taking other fanciful shapes, but Paul, to lose sight of it, why not come out of his hallucination.

Unquestioningly accepted the order: depart. The dead command, and he was his servant helpless. The light of dusk gave the objects a strange relief. In the recesses of the coast marcábanse strong shadows that seemed to give life and animal forms to the stones. In the distance, a promontory resembled a lion crouching beside the waves, looking at James with silent hostility. The cliffs at the water taken out and hid his black mane crowned heads of green, like a giant human amphibians monster. The solo was on the side of Formentera immense dragon slowly moving in the horizon, with a long tail of clouds, to devour the sun treacherously dying.