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Beautiful story.

Maybe Im just a sea book fan

and this is one of my favorites,

Hemingways best.

I mean, to me.

Listen up.

''It was an old man that

was fishing alone

in a boat in the Gulf Stream

and he hadnt caught a fish

in 84 days.

A boy had been with him,

over the first 4o days,

but after 4o days

without fishing anything,

the boy's parents had told him

that the old man was definitely

and altogether wretched,

which was the worst form of bad luck.

Did you see what a beginning?

And the whole story is like this,

simple and clear.

But behind all this simplicity,

there is a world.

If you like it so much,

as well as Doctor Martnez,

it ought to be very good.

Give her one, Toms.

Dear diary, I have two big

pieces of news for you.

one, I might go on a long journey.

How crazy, huh?

Two, today Victor gave me the first kiss,

and I felt like giving him one back.

Don't worry; I can control myself.

Keep it a secret.

Love.

Larita.

Ah... he also gave me

''The old Man and the Sea.''

Think of me,

and at this moment youll...

- Where will I get the

money from, sweetie?

oh, I don't know if mommy does,

but I need clothes to be able to study,

shoes... and for the interview

with Miss Amalia at the embassy.

Mommy knows this is my only opportunity

to continue to study.

Larita, help me. Help me to find

that earring, for four eyes

see better than two.

oh, Josefa, I cant now, I have to take

a bath before going to school.

Ill look for it later.

Flora...

oh, grandma,

youre still messing around

with that earring?

That earring won't appear anymore.

That earring has to appear,

or St. Dimas will lose his hide

and Clavelito the glass of water.

oh, sweetie, what happens is

my mom gave me that earring

the same day...

- You got married.

- That same day. That same day!

oh, Ive found it Josefa, Ive found it.

Look.

- You found it.

- I found it.

oh, you were born a lucky girl, indeed.

Yeah, lucky and with an

earring in her ear.

oh, grandma, let me see it.

oh, how pretty, how pretty.

Let me see it.

- Ill put it on tonight, grandma.

- No. No.

- Yes, babe, yes.

- I said no.

Mommy, I won't put on that blouse again.

The old man was thin and gangling,

with deep wrinkles in his neck

and his hands were full of scars.

Everything in him was old but his eyes,

which were the very color of the sea

and were cheerful and unbeaten.

His shirt had been mended

so many times that it was like the sail,

and the sun-bleached patches

had quite a few shades.

Young girl, please!

Thats no way to enter the class.

oh, Seferiano, problem is it rained a lot

over my place and my blouse didnt dry.

- Sefe, dont be like

that if you know me.

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