The fisherman's fisherman brought just out of the sea. It was trembling with cold and also emotion.
He had spent many hours sitting in the pole watching dusk, while he hoped to have the luck of a good fishing.
Standing in the rock, he showed me the dangerous "snake-can" that he had managed to fish.
It was precise, he told me, make sure that he was very dead before taking off his hook and holding it with his hand. Otherwise, there was a risk of being bitten by her.
In this case, he assured me in a accelerated voice and eyes of fright, death was, in many cases, inevitable.
While photographed, I remember that I thought: nothing can do any damage at this time. They protect your innocence, your joy and your emotion.
