swallow

I usually title the story with the name of the subject that configures its central theme. Sometimes they are capricious findings, or simple and curious language distortions. In this case it is the name of a wooden boat, and may the river gods continue to be so, that it was our first and foundational boat, back on Nagüe Island. The one who painted her, for the first and only time, had his pride as a carpenter and lyricist, but he began to stamp the name on the starboard side, from the middle towards the bow, withlarge, pretentious letters, and of…