Monument of Humanity

Immense sculpture that quietens our senses, cyclops that awakes you, a monument that is so discussed and admired, it invites us to dream about the lost prohibited truth. A sculpture that hands us a torment of silence, a burst of stranded questions.



A perpetual silence that is resigned to quieten everything. A profile that asks for you ...


"The head of the Inca", "Peca Gasha", "Monument of Humanity" - however you know it, it has converted into the symbolic principal sculpture of Marcahuasi. This personality is chosen for the cover of books, magazines, posters, guides, blogs etc. And it flies around the world with its shout for justice and freedom. To be in front of this sculpture gives you a sense of emptiness, because of the infinite exclamations that are received.

Here is the truth, here is the unknown, here is a broken time, here you have the subject and the object, here we drown ourselves in questions, because this monument is destined to captivate us and amaze us.

... When I am alongside these faces ... I search for a divine service, a spiritual power, to know the truth ... here energy flows, here it lives, and it hides the mystery of Marcahuasi


Turning around the sculpture we find an evolution of faces, from the ancient wild, to the actual, and to those of all races. One night, contemplating this sculpture by moonlight, I described it as a character of 50 to 60 years of age, with new hairstyle, a stare shooting at the sky, intellectual, but I don't know if it was male or female, short or long hair, white or black, and really it has a bit of everything ... but that face ... that mouth ... those lips that moan and that clamber for justice and freedom, with a perpetual shout, quietening the sacred mountain ... "Please give me another chance".



Almost as if after sunset somebody would appear quietening its shout for freedom ... that face, that mouth, those lips, will continue freezing our admiration, I don't know how long for.

At the monument of humanity, some tourists arrive making offerings, payments, rites, asking for or thanking for some spiritual mystical, esoteric, chamanic effect. This sculpture produces a meeting, an opportunity, and it's not enough to touch it, to look at it, because all of the expressions on its faces hipnotize you right down to your soul.

The relation between this monument and you are the strange vibrations that transport you to have unknown perceptions. All of the time that I visit the monument of humanity has always been a different experience, a new feeling, of hope, of respect, and also of sadness. One tourist said "this character receives me and bids me farewell, it's impressive, the best ... and for that I return. Please take me a photo, but with that profile ..." He didn't give me time to chat longer, just thanks and goodbye, and went down to be with his friends ... but at frequent intervals turned to look at the monument, I don't know when it was with nostalgia, or to involve himself in something deeper.



Face that reflects sadness, emptiness and pain, a punishment of the petrified Gods


The shades of white and black produce a beautiful imposing contrast in the momument of humanity. These contrasts freeze and overwhelm you, because every side of this sculpture is very beautiful.

The monument of humanity represents many things that living man doesn't understand, a simple view of the sculpture generates a strange incredible emotion. I don't believe that this sculpture is the creation only of Daniel Ruzo. Here it is thousands of years disobeying time and man. To describe this sculpture, perhaps it lets me be dragged away by the telluric passion and energy that you feel in this place, and that exaggerated passion that makes you live a conflict of possible interpretations, an eternal romance with a silent lost forgotten past.


The romance is not only mine, but also that of all visitors that put themselves in front of this cyclops. We are the links in the union between La Peca Gasha and man. Sometimes I've found myself alone here with the monument, and it was as if the silence that bathes you had a voice. I've felt its loneliness, the fragrance of its mystery, the abandonment of the Gods, the freshness of the wind, the grass and the clear blue sky, and experience that I will never forget.



Osiris, please forgive this Egyptian for staying in Marcahuasi, the fault of some foreman.

I'm not idolizing this sculpture. Every visitor will have a new different story to tell, every encounter with this character will be an adventure that will blind your senses, will bury your questions, and you will design your own hypothesis. They will confound the Ufologists, esoterics, archaeologists etc and, with a "sarampion ruciano", you and I will continue loving and admiring the monument of humanity, because it isn't just by chance, IT IS A TRUTH OF MARCAHUASI


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Photos : John Ysrael Guevara