As a harbinger of what would come in my way among fishermen my Chamber always ready to take pictures of their environment, their culture, little by little I go deeper into their customs and I am one more person in the group.

They are full of a mystery inherited from the sea and its myths ... in their nights they tell anecdotes and a lot of fiction that they develop in their creative minds, their world is stable in the light of a lantern that guides their soul home from that immensity called the sea.

One by one the fish are falling into the nets and hooks is the sustenance of their lives, it is their way of working and their fun, it is a world full of fish and sea stories, the grandparents do not give up work are active by that Magician food that our planet gives us ... the fish, a source of food that conserves the human being.

Artisanal fishing is hard because it is based on the intelligence of mastering and knowing how to navigate in seas of currents that disappear people and boats ... strange very strong marine currents like a flat waterfall that if you neglect it would take you far in a few hours, fishing a work of unthinkable risks, these men and women deserve a cult of adventure, the courage to go against the risk of the planet to seek the sustenance of his family and other families that buy the product ... that fish collected by these brave beings who live in hundreds of coastal countries.

In many families the wives are the ones who sell the product of the sea between fish and shellfish they sing while they work, they improvise verses referring to the fish they sell, they give them very particular names ... it is a very healthy type of humor and a propaganda to their products , they talk about the adventures of their husbands with pride of returning home for the knowledge inherited from their great grandparents, grandparents, parents, uncles and relatives ... their voices permeate the air of the city and the market ... it is a beautiful moment for those who like us the cultures and customs of our people.

Its unique language, rich in synonyms, metaphors ... repetitive words of fast talking and strong diction is a mark in the fishing villages, it is a talk of the beach ... of that idiosyncrasy that reveals a clean soul a hospitable being who opens his humble home to those who need it good-feeling people who know what is the isolation and nostalgia for their loved ones, those heroes impregnated with salt and the light of the stars that accompany the day and night in the swing of the waves at the mercy of the wind and the power of their engines fishing for its survival and its economy.

Nowadays, many fishing villages refuse electric light, even very close to the city they still live in a simple way, they only live the day to day in an almost perfect symphony with their surroundings, in their dreams they look up to the horizon and they fly like a seabird searching for fish at night, in their awakenings the joy of going out to sea is imminent. You feel a party to attract good vibrations, you face an immense predator that can change from a gentle breeze to a powerful wind with immense waves and a roar of a thousand lions...

A path to the beach where the future observes another generation of fishermen, is a cycle that never ends ... it is a world full of traditions and customs that do not fade with time, remain in that source of eternity and are getting bigger the trips to its hermetic world and to that undeniable culture of seeing that there is beyond that thin line of the horizon.