He went his way slowly, not reaching to the family of Can Mallorquí. Mary had met with his mother and brother. He watched from a height, when the group walked through the valley and towards the farmstead.

Paul twisted his way, avoiding Can Mallorquí approach. He went to the Pirate’s Tower, but when I got near it continued on its way, no stopping to the sea.

The cost of rock-cut peak appeared on the water, was shaken by the onslaught of these for centuries. The waves, like furious bulls blue, bumped between frothing rage against the rock, opening concave hollows, deep caves that extended upward in the form of vertical cracks. This work was gnawing secular shore, snatching her armor stone, sheet by sheet. Despegábanse huge fragments of it as walls. Forming a first Separábanse imperceptible chink, which grew larger over the course of centuries. The natural wall inclined years and years on the waves beat incessantly its base, until he lost the center of gravity, a stormy night as the curtain derrumbábase a besieged fortress, shedding blocks, filling the sea of ​​new obstacles, quickly covered with slimy vegetation, whose entanglements boiling foam and sizzling fish scales.