Memory a passage from Menorca to Barcelona, at about the middle of May of the 2000. It left Citadel with a reduced and little expert crew, and although the part was quite good, swell, force 4 to 5, a sky all place setting and of gray color it constantly maintained my mind occupied in calculating the possible hardening of the conditions. In addition most of we would realize it to the passage at night, which added an incentive more = I enjoy sailing in the dark =, but simultaneously another conditioner, since he was conscious that under those circumstances I would be that I would have to be the greater time to the rudder of those 12 meters of fiber.

As anticipated, to the few miles to leave it began to rain; in the horizon some lightning could be seen and although the storm seemed to be rather far, that one added to a touch more of emotion and some that another brush-stroke of disquiet.

Luckyly, rain did not last too much, but as soon as the little light that was gave us good night, the dark became absolute. The sky followed place setting completely and the clouds did not let show to stars, faithfuls companions of the nocturnal guards. With a little more 20 wind knots by the fin, the boat ran quick in favor of the waves and the track stayed almost all along over the 8 knots.

As it were enjoying, I left others them lay down, not without first to flood the major, since the wind continued refreshing and it did not want to have to wake up to anybody to have to go to the wood to curl at midnight. In the little short while, with Genoa we only made a little more 9 knots and in some surfeada it got to reach the 11… Dark night, scent to wet earth, the light of Nati end that was lost by the stern, the tenuous brilliance of Majorca by port, the total dark by the prow and a trepidante raid by horseback…. Impressive.

After three hours, with the night already outpost, the emotion began to open the way to the dream; without giving account me, my thoughts every time moved away more of the cover of the boat, to fly beyond the light tricolor of the end of the wood and to transfer clouds until reaching stars. It maintained a state of semi monitoring, helped by an uncomfortable position, to which already there were customary others to me often. The wind something smoother now, contributed to rock on the waves… closed eyes to me a pair of minutes, perhaps five and opening to otear the horizon in search of the light of some boat; the total dark and scent to sea. Everything was black; not even the tenuous reflection of our lights in the prow or illuminating our wake…. They guarded at the top of the wood; down only there was the dark.

I have always liked to share the magic of the sea, but that one day I was avaricious, almost miserable; it did not want to break the moment nor for sharing the wonderful spectacle that was abría before my eyes. In one of my “slopes to cover”, it seemed to see a mysterious light to me hauls in it of starboard; half slept, I hurled on the feet thinking that it had closed the eyes more of the account and had a boat above…. nothing; everything was calm…., black…., normal. Suddenly, next to my, a wake of green color cleaved the absolute dark of waters, drawing a line throughout the boat and disappearing next to the prow. From it arose another wake more… and another one… and another one there… It was an incredible spectacle; surrealistic… magician; on cogedor. The dark and outlines of green color on the sea. They seemed to come from the bottom; others cut the surface, intercrossing and forming abstract and capricious drawings… two together ones, soon one only; now three and two more starting off from the boat for the total dark. Light and movement, accompanied by the sound of the water next to the helmet….

With the end hairs, I felt that the life paused next to the boat and in ecstasy state I included/understood that one night the sea, the nature and the life were making me unique and special a gift; something that was only for me. With each drawing on the water and the sense of the dimension entumecido by the dark, reality and fiction were intermingled; no longer it knew if the wakes were drawn on the water or deepest of my mind. It had desire to shout of happiness and with each new outline my body was shaken by chills.

I will never forget that one day… never I will forget the wonderful gift that a herd of dolphins left in deepest of my memories; indelible outlines, of brushes wet in the million luminescent microorganisms that compose plankton. A very special gift that will comprise of my better memories until the last one of my days.