Conversation among three gargoyles

I'm a gargoyle freak. I mean, can't help photographing gargoyles. If existed a Gargoyleholic Anonimous, I'd be there...

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- Hello. My name is Juan.
- Hello, Juan!
- I've been one hundred and eighty days without taking pictures at gargoyles...
- Congratulations, Juan! (clapping)
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Don't know why, but they fascinate me, and the more antique, the more fascinating. Of course, I'm writing about the water sprouts you could find in romanesque churches or gothic cathedrals, not the fantasy fiends or alike.
I had been "sober" for six months, but last weekend we visited the Monastery of Veruela (Spain), and I fell... again. These three were in one of the beautiful cloister's corners. Because of the architectural design, they were, more or less, facing the other, in some kind of eternal, stony, conversation.
What have they seen through the ages, and what could they tell?...

Some comments would be great!!