Morrofino del Campo de GIbraltar. Chapter 1

To the South of the South, another LITORAL Constantinople OF GETARES There they gave in death of ancient whales, among the stone pharaohs by the lighthouse. They long groaned under the harpoons of a time that made the pain their password. I still hear their muddy ones remove the bay with a dark swell where their rage sails. And he raises us shouts that they were only the terrible mirror of what we will be perhaps. There is the foreseeable sunset…