The Maria Islands, just an idea

After five hours of pure sea, there is, at last, the archipelago of the Marias Islands. A mixture of beauty and imagined terror. A line of white houses exits from a film. Palm trees that shake solitary. A welcoming mural, a flag, an obelisk and some blue arches. The church and its blue dome, and beyond, on the gray mountain range that is covered side by side with the gaze, a Christ Redeemer. "It is better that you understand that only repentance…