From the other end of the breakwater, I could see how stood. Stunning, well preserved, all painted red. The truth, I don’t know what they have headlights, exerted on me, a large force of attraction, a difficult to explain magnetism.The morning was clear, only some puff splashed here and there. It was a real summer, embarrassing day. Suddenly, as if it were a camera, my eyes desenfocaron lighthouse and I noticed a curious couple.Anyone would have said that they had prepared your visit carefully, since both were wearing shorts and t-shirts, which seemed to have been chosen to match the shade of the tower.

I noticed a little more and saw that the man, oteaba the horizon. Protecting your eyes from the Sun, as who tries to distinguish something far away. She looked in the same direction.Victim of a reflex action, also turned my head over there. Then emerged from the waters looked like something out of a novel of the Julio Verne himself. It was a kind of submarine shaped pufferfish, in red, of course.

He was on both sides, some curious outgoing shaped fins that should be designed to provide him stability. Approached slowly until the stones and her bow rose, as if it were a convertible car. They peered two perfectly uniformed sailors, I do not think it takes to point out what color were streaks that decorated their shirts. Frankly, they tended his hand to Lady and both climbed aboard. As quietly as it came, the boat closed portalon and maneuvered away from the jetty. A few seconds later submerged leaving only a few surface waves, drawn in the calm waters of the Bay. I gasped and ojiplatica. Do continue to can find more articles of this series in Te invite you to visit us at photo: Edurne Iza text: Onintza Otamendi? Iza can download this photo freely. The only restriction is your sale and/or the profitable use of the same. Do not forget that whole work belongs to its author, get a good use of it.