These are lovely amazing scenes, in the morning, and better still when the sun is setting. They are an abyss to make us nervous, immense precipices that delight us right down to our being, that to be over them is to extract the mystery, the loneliness, the wind and the freedom.
Extended rocks playing with the light ... waiting to crumble, unique cliffs without comparison, immobile and sleeping like angels or demons protecting the sacred mountain for millions of years.
Nobody looks for truth here - a magic game of shadows and sculptures.
How did these cliffs start? What happened here? Is this a punishment or a prize given to us by the plateau? Which theory should we believe? The esoteric? The mystic? The geological? or the extraterrestrial? All I know is that the cliffs signify a place to live and remember, to ask and ask.
We all arrive here, to enjoy the beauty of the cliffs, of the capricious cliffs, refugees, imprisoned and forgotten.
There is always a perfect instant to see something in Marcahuasi.
The majority of the sculptures that there are in Marcahuasi you will find near or within the cliffs, at the side of the plateau, besides which these precipices are very high that together with the rain, the clouds and the sun form beautiful landscapes that to contemplate is to enliven a strange happiness.
I have no proof to say how these monstrous petrified rocks rose, but they know how they arrived and when they will go, and while they exist they will continue enchanting us every time, a little more each time.
This is a picture made by the rain, the cliffs huddled wrapped in lichen, a landscape that paralyses the emotions.
To contemplate these cliffs we don't need the same language to understand each other, to be here is a constant motive, to be asphyxiated with admiration, because Marcahuasi always challenging us.
Who sculptured these rocks in Marcahuasi, here where time and space is everything and nothing. The cliffs are the formations of largest emotional impact, in a place where we need to protect the peace, where in every visit we consume the fruits of mystery, without losing sight of Marcahuasi as a whole.
Cliffs that divide the silence of the wilderness; to the visitors to Marcahuasi they will continue signifying the search for something.
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Photos : John Ysrael Guevara