The sound of air sliced through as a rock moves, at high speed, thrown with all your might. The voice that escapes when an unexpected rock flake imprisons your hand. The first voice, the primal stone, the first tool. The vernacular expression of being as an entity in front of nature, in front of life, in front of pain. It is the primitive lament that bruises the throat when leaving excessively when the body unfolds and finds itself in front of itself, being offering and executioner, altar and priest, mineral and blood. Obviate the divine in the grandeur of creation and bring it to the surface, turning prayer into matter and pain into prayer. A liturgy, a rite that is repeated infinitely until the edges of the bedrock are polished. The transmutation of the totem into voice, the transformation of the stone into an angel. This ceremony is a confrontation, and at the same time, an alliance with hostile nature, from where we reaffirm our existence. It is our foundation. The rock is the direct link to matter; when hitting it, we receive the echo of the ancestral, the echo of the universe. That is Saeta. Back to the core. Back to scream Back to stone. These three main and unique elements are what make up the corpus of this work. Rock. The stone is the body, the shrine and the offering. Body / stone. Air/stone. Will / Stone. The first and the last sign. Matter as a primary element to change the landscape, to reproduce the imaginary. The rock as a transmutation of meat into mineral and vice versa. Body. The flesh as movement, as a motor, as a gesture, as a reaction. The body represented as altar and as offering. Germ and fruit. Matter duality. Stock container. Scream. The muffled voice. The rise of the tear. The atmosphere, the ethereal. The Rite, the purge, self-destruction and at the same time the highest level of manifestation of existence. The scream (flamenco) is the sound of the Body / Rock confrontation.