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Listen and let rise in you the silent force that vibrates under your feet. It talks of chaos, but also of warmth. The black angles of the shale from Ventajou seem to repel us whereas the soft, smooth red marble invites caresses. Sometimes we daydream of finding refuge in the stomach of the earth, like the first day, like the last also. The earth possesses us at each moment, in each of our acts, we owe infinite respect to the earth; let us not break the rhythms, let us copy them and suggest rather than demand.