This fairy tale is coming straight off one morning when I woke up earlier than usual, at 6 a.m. instead of 7 a.m.

I get up at that hour to prepare breakfast for my nephew, who goes to school.

"That still sleep like a rock," I thought.

"But the stones are asleep? 'I wondered.

No, they are alive and awake, were put there by natural events and mysterious.

The Stones are eternal as the stars of the firmament.