Beautiful photos and senses texts, @josemalavem. Your poem is simply sublime. The ruins give me a certain shudder. I feel that, like old age, they speak of time, of history, of the past. Seeing the ruins of a castle like Araya leads us to imagine characters, to create a reality. I don't know if it happens to you, but I feel that the ruins give a certain air of permanence, of perennial existence through time. As if the world showed the wounds, vestiges of a time that is no longer, but that survives. In the end, even man is ruins, echoes of what he was and never again. Thank you for sharing.