Standing on riding waves… Taking small steps towards the tip of the board, leaning a little, arching back, gliding arms as they are softly guided by the Elysian winds… The surf of the waves behind and gliding smoothly, as if in a dance. The spirit of surfing is not to defeat the sea but to find connection with it, in an almost ancestral harmony, through such a simple tool as a rounded board in wood and sponge, and rear fins, like being a seal or a fish that loves to swim up to the surface for a glimpse into the realm of man.