One of the textures that has always intrigued me is that of the stones. Not only to the touch, to the sight, but also in their smells, because I have discovered that stones have smells, breathe, like people. Likewise, the cliffs amaze me, paralyze me, fill me with anxiety. Perhaps my fear of heights makes me feel in front of the rock as if I were in front of a precipice, an abyss. I know these rocks, and what each crack can tell the sea. A sea that comes and goes, bathing them, bumping into them, without realizing that deep down it has a heart of stone. Beautiful photos and beautiful texts, @josemalavem.