Scream
one with the water. With one way or the other. Today I am here to
battle. To bleed, just like the one I await to come. I want to make
it bleed. It’s either that, or I will vanish with it. I’m not standing
down.
Today… I haven’t taken the “proper” equipment. No, no games
today. Today there is going to be a struggle, I, my gun, made
it seems of lightning and thunder, and the line of the reel. A
celebration today. A celebration of life and death.
I still wait, in front of the cliff. All creatures seem scared, with
them, so do I. my opponent does not show.
Emersion.
The sea speaks to me today. I say again. It speaks to me, gives
herself to me.
I wait, in front of me the cliff. I sit on the sea floor and wait. A feel
the life around me, become one with it. The bait fish all brake
together once more, for a bigger distance this time. It finally
comes. We will finally face off…
In my hand the power of lightning. On my shaft, the power of
thunder. Come fish. I’m waiting for you…
A figure starts to blur slowly. Tuna. This time it’s not racing. It’s
coming slowly to pass in front of me. It comes lofty, to inspect
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who dears to question its presence as the biggest predator of
the spot. Its power. It comes and I can feel her sight searching
my body. So uneasily. So wildly. So alive. With lowered eyes, I
am there where the creatures mind will be in a few moments. Its
movement is slow today. I say again, it wants to face me. It’s not
a good day today fish; I hide great savageness in me. Leave, I beg
of you…
This article is not written
It sways and moves on. My gun “shows” its brain. But no, not
in an educative manner.
today. Today its not going to be quick. Today I crave the battle.
Freediving and all its And I hit…
activities must always be
I hit and the giant bleeds. Bleeds and takes off quicker than the
executed with a diving
wind. The reel is gasping and I run towards the surface. Moments
buddy and by taking
before reaching it, the line ends. A wild happiness in my body. A
into account all safety
measures.
wild happiness in my soul. Even if I’m running out of air, even if
I’m fighting with the giant. I loosen my belt and gain the 3 meters
that separate me from death. They were only 3 meters…
To be continued....
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