necesito traducir este texto Santiago is an old fisherman without luck lately because he had not fished for 84 days when Manolin is a young man who accompanied him since he was a child, but now he can not go out with him to the sea because his parents considered that the old man was definitely and rematadamente salty, which was the worst form of bad luck, after talking about baseball and dreaming of sea lions Santiago is ready to go out again in the early morning Manolin helps him to leave for the sea,
It is a new day and the hope of fishing is mixed with the blue and undefeated look of the old man who talks with the sea and the birds, at noon after a nice fish that will serve as bait Santiago feels a pull of the line in his right hand it is a fish that must be huge, he lets the line run and waits the old man pulls but the fish has more strength the fight has begun, the hours pass and the boat is pulled out to sea by the big fish, the boy is missed and the lights of Havana can hardly be seen.
At dawn the fish haloes with force and makes his hand bleed Santiago takes the bonito and eats it raw because he knows it must be fed his left hand is here wired he talks to it and rubs it hoping it does not fail him, finally the fish is seen it is big and majestic Santiago gets excited and prays for fishing, he is ready to kill it he remembers that you see when he had beaten all the black of Cienfuegos and had defeated it after one day for this reason they would call him the champion, he is not an old man who gives up easily. It is already getting dark and the old man caught a dorado that he will eat later his back hurts and he feels sorry for the fish whom he respects and talks to constantly.
On the third day a tug wakes him up and hurts his hands the fish was spinning in smaller and smaller circles he sees its profile close up its shadow under the sea and the old man can't believe its length after a few attempts I stuck him with the harpoon the old man faints and the sea is stained with blood it was silver and now it was just floating, at noon finally the old man tied him to the side of the boat to take him away but the story does not end here, after an hour the blood gushing from the fish's body attracted the first shark it was too good to last he thought as he took a look at the big fish and saw the shark approaching, after tearing the tail part Santiago manages to hit it in the head and kill it but he loses his argon the old man knows what may come and improvises another one with his rem knife, later come two sharks with which the old man fights and defeats them but the fish is mutilated sorry but all spoiled, mutters the old man, the giant shark appeared the old man let him attack the fish and then sink the harpoon defeats him but he loses the knife he only has the villero and the oars left the night approaches and two new sharks attack, the old man who only has strength to defend what is left of the fish gives them blows as they leave but he only had half a fish left. In the night the sharks came in herds while the old man hit them with a stick on the heads desperately, finally he saw the fish and it was all over, Santiago spit into the sea the old man came ashore before dawn and tied the boat to a rock, took the mast, rolled up the sail and went up to his cabin, the boy arrived in the morning saw his injured hands and began to cry the fishermen admired the bones that were left of the fish, the old man woke up and the boy gave him a cup of coffee.
They defeated me, Manolin said, they really defeated me.
No. Not him. He did not defeat you.
No. It really was later Manolin tells the old man that they will go fishing together again a tourist asks the waiter about the fish he answers that it is a shark the old man was dreaming about sea lions.
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