The Brown Urchin
When he saw me he smiled, that brown urchin, I was surprised, I didn't expect this clarity from him. you know the brown things are deep.
He was an adept fishmonger. He have a silver net, inherited it from his old grandfathers. But he told me that he did not like fish, and all what he do is painting the fish with silver, then he casts it to the other bank of the river , where the sun falls.He likes the sunset, and likes sun. He told me that the sun at sunset, reaches the river, and catches