Spearfishing... One breath risk... With one breath so many colors, so many pictures. The moment of internal recover and self-psychoanalysis. The unique time you experience so strongly your Ego. Absolutely silence. You, your gun, and this new world. Known - unknown you don’t care. You feel keen and familiar. Even the rotation of the blue finds you indifferent. You become one with the waves. You disappear in the light current on the surface. The thirst for adventure, for an established appointment or for a blind date, stems from the primordial instinct inside you. The hunter's instinct and survival wakes you up from your slumber, from city s lethargy and routine. Your breathing rate changes, your heart beats lowered, your body vanishes. Your last breath is the only one you remember of all that you did until this moment. The journey begins… a world ceases and a new starts. The mind adapts the body into hyperbaric environment. The sounds lost. All you hear is you. You feel strong, ready for the meeting. The options are many. You must choose one. Through an orgasm of colors and images you want to claims one of the inhabitants of this wonderful world. The privilege of selectivity ranks you at the top of the food chain. The eye picks and the hand tighten. Light recoil absorbed by your forearm. The eye closes. The moment you open them, you face the nature in all its glory. A battle for survival just begun. A fight that lasts sometimes long and sometimes short. The only remain is the moment, the moment of conception, the moment of victory of completion. The need for breath on wakes you up. Your body is a little heavy and tired, seeks the reunion with atmosphere. The sight faces the waves, the wind and the sky. Breathe. The fresh air floods you. It makes you feel strong again. At the edge of your harpoon is the victory. The purpose of your visit in the aquatic world. The breath, the apnea, the hunt, the colors, the images... Feelings that cannot be captured in so few words. This is spearfishing for us...