Two rocks in the sea, one in front of the other, as if one looked at the other, as if they understood each other, so close and yet so far away, unable to touch; Who knows what they will have gone through? Strong tides, that have worn them out, that have eroded them, giving them their abrupt shapes, their contours, which during the sunset a soft side light reveals along with magical colors
Que bonita, que edición más fina. Bravo!!
Muy bonita Hugo
guapisima tronco!
Muy guapa Hugo
Que buena Hugo! que pasada de lugar!
se pasa tio
se sale crack!
Great work!
Beautiful!