Her bare feet dance on the fine sand,
while smiling waves play to the beat,
in an ancient ritual that lights up,
the network is woven, it is his eternal solace.
Weathered hands clasp deftly,
with wisdom inherited from the ancestors,
Memories, longings and promises are threaded together,
weaving their own verses into the fabric.
Between laughter and silence, the network becomes strong,
an iridescent cloak that captures desire,
each knot unites stories, passions of their luck,
nomadic fishermen weave at their leisure.
And when the moon, radiant in the sky,
whisper secrets to the reflection of the sea,
the nomadic fishermen set out with longing,
trusting in the network, his guide and his altar.
In the dark, her dreams unfold,
under a starry mantle, fishing and hope,
the dancing network, with stories that bring together,
brings fruits of the sea, life in bonanza.
Thus they continue weaving, an eternal sway,
the nomadic fishermen, in their infinite dance,
weaving their dreams, life and support,
in each catch, the net is his written poetry.
