One day, when I walked by the crooked tree, I heard a voice. "Come with me. Stay with me", it said.
At first I thought it was just the wind going through the thin, almost lifeless branches. But then I stepped closer and heard the voices embedded into the wind noises.
It is supposed the witch that had live at this coast when the Spaniards were still ruling the country. And one day, the gods had turned her into a crooked tree. And there she still is today, a tree unable to die, and whispering words of loneliness to passing strangers.