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Before the tomb of Cardinal Cisneros in Alcalá de Henares (Eugenio Noel, Spain nerve to nerve 1924)

CISNEROS TO THE TOMB OF EN ALCALA DE HENARES

A good walk this morning's river forward against the hills of Gebel Zulema and going boldly into the groves of the farms that have been limited almost the entire shore-Henares rejected. What if you think for these sites is not Cervantes? On December 18, 1580 he signed a document that declares a native of Alcalá. All his adventurous life passes by our imagination: his stay in Italy, its existence as a soldier, the tragedy of Algiers, the heartbreak of Madrid, Lisbon, Esquivias, his station abas-ing, his forlorn bustle of poor merchant, his job as executive officer of the Royal Treasury, his imprisonment in Castro's jails and Seville River, his wanderings po-Sadas those in which there was no light "which was a lamp, for hanging in through the portal burning within, and whose evil smooth beds of four tables had the pack-saddles and blankets and sheets of males made leather shield and shearing ange blankets, and mattress, one filled with lumps ...
On rounds we arrived at O'Donnell Park and Cho-Carrillo. Cameron admitted the Germans sunbathing or watching striding the beautiful melancholy cypresses of the cemetery. We do not know why these cypress us reminded of the University and the pale, serious sem-tenance of Cisneros. The soul, a little worried, abandoned, however, the memory of the stout figure was there in adolescence spent in the seminar, the subject of many meditation. And slowly, San Bernardo, and San Felipe, dis-Brim Saints Square Boys and entered the canon, the beautiful church so many years in restoration.

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Cisneros in the burial of the workers have coloratIn haquetas and caps. The whole vast church is occupied by huge scaffolding, and it's cold. Sitting in the stands the altar, behold the works of Bartolomé Ordóñez and I think that rests in humble casket factory under that proud stone. Within a few days will come, with the apparatus used in these cases, celebrants of the centenary and there will be speeches, many speeches, famous speeches Hispanic, vacuous of deep exegesis, full of cliches, mathematical copy of what has been writing about Cisneros for centuries, not by chance that one has come to none other than documented in books that all fathers were documented. Ah! The one that undoubtedly will speak of Prescott and ease of facts the Archetype of virtues and prelates mirror, but not to take this opportunity to discuss the policy of our days and miss them a Cisneros ... the Cisneros the auto de fe de Bib-Rambla.
centenarians among us are like that blind homage, worship at full speed, aggression and vitriol against quo judgments not like us. The De rebus Gestis Gomez de Castro and exhumation of the speech 12 of volume IV of our essential critical Theatre Feijoo: here's what flash in the near days of the anniversary. Lafuente all grass, it does not fail, and not miss a description of the reign of Ferdinand and Isabella, with allusions to Isabel will read in the Annals and several speeches, Galindez de Carvajal and Dormer. But the real Cisneros when you know ...? When we possess about the sullen and Archbishop of Toledo genialísimo a book Iberian respond to the scientific concept of certainty, to free us from the detailed historical research, the individualistic orientation of the philosophical influences that build statically the facts? Is it possible that a English one day offering the book without ideological systematization, a further about Lamprecht, Kurt Breysig on it, based on ethnic and geographical give Lager with such admirable success to his History of German literature? We may not be satisfied now rummaging through Marineo Lucio Siculus and Peter Martyr, as indicated by lack of care is recommended the people of the two volumes. Mersollier Cisneros and even books and great Hefele Brandie, with not having them over.

Here, in front of the remains of the great Cardinal, hate more than ever the clouds of rhetoric and fanfare we are used to idealize the English or discuss our historical figures. What greater tribute to the Franciscan immortal as to know as it was? And what greater scorn for a country to shed, after so many years on the tomb of the founder of many schools, fanaticism flowers, instead of clear ideas of understanding? Oddly enough, no sa-Bemos yet how was Cisneros, ie know little about what children learn in their first letters. Fléchier, Balbin Unquera, Brieva, few have written of him, we are not satisfied. Dr. Richter, in his book on Spinoza's philosophical terminology has shown us how diffi-cult to ascertain the significance is just that philosophers should be shovel the concepts used, and while we are in need of fix . Well if it is necessary that philosophers formidable study, what does not happen in the case of the geniuses of the action? As usual, simplistic to the core, afraid of criticism we change our idol, and preferring prefer apologetics free jet, although our ideas to build up in monstrous homeomerías. That is very much ours, when our hero is not accepted in all its deification, it seems to detract him, and before you get it, overwhelmed by the icon, the kustari, praise and humility with Russian heroism. One of the best modern students told the present writer, with caustic phrase: Our countrymen are in that of scientific approach to absolute zero, the temperature of liquid helium or electric furnace. "The sad thing is not to be true , the sad thing is that they bother when they are told. However great a chance, says modern science, is never a certainty. It is never enough in the investigation. Before the tomb of Cardinal misses her figure, no doubt huge, but untapped, so little certain in its entirety as the recumbent effigy that was placed in the grave four years after his death. How was this monk Obducta facie, as the Epistles of Peter Martyr, armigera, and even uneasy, in the opinion of Hurtado de Mendoza? We can imagine him at the whim of our fantasy Iberian, ignorance and mental laziness of this country have given us permission, permission sad, now here in front of the mound, to no avail. That is, it does serve, for shame, Just lying, just being an idolater furious or a stubborn opponent could imagine the interesting silhouette of one of the strongest men who created the English plateau. We have no other resource, go to foreigners and read French novel by Jean Bertheroy.

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And yet, there are few figures in the lives of the people as interesting as the de Cisneros, as worthy of having a concrete intelligence. His time was the most important period of our history, his genius, a marvelous synthesis of features our very our own. Among Don Alonso de Carrillo and the great Cardinal Mendoza, Cisneros's it, nothing more than him. It seems impossible a soul may have a more defined and interesting Iberian these two prelates, Cisneros is beyond both. It is not wise, and it seems, is no saint, and deserves to be. It was a wise and holy in his way. It was printing books, which then distributed in the convents of nuns, "that were not vacant and burned thousands of books in Granada of the Moors. Cisneros is a statesman made in the wilderness of Salceda and procedures are those of a former abbot of Lauras, in which there were thousands of monks. Indeed to understand the Cardinal-Regent is necessary to read the collection of the Rules of the monks of the East and West, of San Benito de Anianom, or Veingarthem book. The it is concerned, good or bad, true or false, is enormous interest to make us be a formidable Iberian soul. His way of making fuqaha, xeques and other Moorish in Moorish Iberian is deep, say what you want in your Quincuagenas Gonzalo de Oviedo. Monumental editions of the Complutense Bible, the works of Aristotle and Tan, who were entrusted to others, have given extraordinary fame. It would be nice to be imitated in our time. Prelate the richest of Christianity, used his diocesan income of 80,000 ducats to open choir. His whole life seems to be a display of energy, in which even the spiritual are transformed into action, whatever what. The beautiful legend of Sacramento Street, which has made him so sympathetic to the people, must cover admirable episodes. What more wonderful than a Franciscan friar leading the strongest nation in the world? ... The most powerful and most difficult to handle, yesterday and today ... Eugenio Noel


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If Genital Warts Are Scratched Do They Bleed Slot

Madrid: a street (Eugenio Noel, Spain nerve to nerve, 1924)

MADRID: A STREET
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have taken the admirable book Studien uber Hysterie of Sygmund Freud, and anxiety neurosis , his disciple Heckel, and I prepare to reflect on these mo-dernísimas issues. It's hot and the balcony is open. On my desk I have lecterns and small in view two great books: from this amazing thinker austria-co Freud, roots fantasy, another of the enormous Jung, Der Julsall der Psychosse . Who has found larger thoughts about dreams, anxieties and instincts about their sexuality? There is also a book by Dr. Krueger, who the Ibero-American Association has awarded the Cervantes prize, a thousand marks: phonetic study of the history of English dialects in the West, a book by economist Trietch, Germany facts and figures, and a beautiful monograph Fernández Pacheco, Paintings prehistoric dolmens
Albuquerque region.

must read, documented, be useful to our poor country. Suddenly, in the street the cracked voice of an old neighborhood stammer says "I dreamed last night that he and a few wolves ate him ..." The idiot flamenco touch is grim and hateful sung by the broken and faint voice of the elderly. From a window you toss coins and laughing, and grandfather sings again and again that vile nonsense. People tease him and he unleashed them, he sings and responds with profanity insults to complaints it receives. It is necessary to stop the study because the silly ditty clumsy words distract the mind. Just

is gone, there are two fishmongers, one for each mouth of the street. Even the deaf learn that the sardines and tuna come for nothing and kicking today. Their frightful screams, sharp, illogical, enter the gabi-netting, in the ears, brain, and destroy the care, intelligence and zest for life. Then, as always, quarrel. Have vowed to set aside one another, and the problem is forrmidable. Happens everyday and it is expected that with joy, windows and balconies are filled with neighbors, and the scene Unforgettable is worthy of a page Sotileza. Have not yet exhausted his yelling and screaming, when, out of the tie-war, comes a mournful song of anguish is a gulf that sells trinkets do not know what to circumvent the asylum, and intertwined with their offers of trinkets relief requests voice made gallows, with a plaintive chant can santero of block, a postulant of the holy souls in Purgatory. By eating the steps comes a famous old, who invariably makes its appearance with these words: "Thank God I have come where the charity ...»; but those words are lan-lysed the rooftops with shouts impossible, one by one , syllable and syllable, as well as asking to feel hatred to all that rest, everyone who works behind walls unharmed. Step by step, the old walk the streets, and the verses are strung horri-ment one another and in dark rosary. How-do bend the angle of the street, the soul is relieved of an enormous weight. But at that moment there's the voice of the Madrid net grocer, castizo, nice and stupid. "Here's the guy who yells !...», come tomorrow. And this folly rugida eerily still numerous occurrences that are laughed at by the maids and women and had also held out loud, so the grocer is growing and the mess is órdago. __________

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Why close the balcony? You hear the same thing, it seems that you hear more and ask Shout louder when he learned that the balcony is closed. Now is a guitar and a whole manly voice, who sings like a jack or debauch lifara Aragon, I do not know if better or worse than the famous Royo of Rabat do not know if the Jack of the great Moorish Valencia Sidi-Aben-Jot which Breton hear the Fuentes de Ebro Delmas quo I do know is that this Baturro takes two hours to cross the street, and his voice fills the area, overwhelming, stunning, crazy. But at least the beggar has the voice of man.

What voice is that of the guy on the guitar, a guitar that has a bell on the tip? The good man, God confused, or mine or rutting sings, dances and plays, all as you would a madman escaped from an asylum. And if this madness is not enough, there are dozens of guys who mock him and dogged. Still not the puppet in the middle of the street, when in the corner appears another lame beggar who sings dancing bulerías and two children ago regrettable. Group have, and the group bursts into laughter postinero needs child, remember that newspaper nonsense that Madrid's 1820 that was titled as follows: Voices of Dopey and merry aspect of a citizen, having lost the use of the word 1814, wounded by a pestilential air heater, back to retrieve it with the resurrection of the Constitution.

this actor is not over when empty street hawkers infernal only two of those, of those who cast caps or cherries to the Tarascan and selling to me-anything duo that we matapulgas dust, bugs, slides and other parameters ments. You have to hear them cry to believe. One screams horribly, the other hollow voice to make it deeply fearful, and two each by hand, in endless see-Borree, recommend their boxes, which are powder ... "Another inducement-mo-say them, and propaganda, the house Thomas! ... In entering the street seguidita uncle oranges, a young man who throws oranges in the basket-do shoppers scream louder and louder, "two, eight, and two more, and six, and twelve more; this guy has gone mad, neighbors !...» Maybe not in him, but hear is going crazy without remedy. And after this madman, here is the carter who sells vegetables tremendous howl-do ', Aunt Mary !...», phrase repeated thousands of times fabordones absurd, and a Wagnerian mop rather, stravinkyano that announced with a special-class of rare and quirky dissonances, pentatonic scales and even harmonics Schoemberg planes or the devil, and to a woman who gives pots for rags and paid fifteen cents a kilo, and one that makes umbrellas, parasols, fueIles and coffers, and a guy who sells lots of cucumbers and a half kilo of Leganés, and a farmer that sells strings of garlic red Chinchón Pedroñeras or early risers, and a melon Villaconejos, and the Crab "from sea and river alive" ...

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Poor, poor study! Unable to work. There is the of 'berry, Morita, blackberries, "with its Arab left and mysterious, distant relic perhaps centuries. And not even her singing melancholy extinct and Eastern reminiscent Hanslik said, that the change of two notes can convert a cadenza full of distinction in a cadence vulgar, here is the blind accordion with his mother, which sweet take seat in comfortable folding chair and start ... without ending ever, ever praise rather well "gypsy" ... I never said unfinished; Guyau, in his book Genesis of the idea of \u200b\u200btime, has not had this English class of beggars who monopolize the time of others and do it with such satisfaction, that looks more like a spirit of sacrifice and pledge of ñolísimo English pride, the personal pride that Martin Hume has check-do in the face not being able to melt in some common cause with the neighbor. And never go away from there mother and daughter if he does not show a group of beggars, male and female, which arouse the neighborhood abracadabra chorus with the verses of "Mi-mosa, mimosa" and "Water has no drinking. .. '. The emergence of these songs and divulgarización street is one of the most curious of Madrid. It is a day when one crosses the street urchin whistling and mumbling the song, sing and whistle soon the other boys, a through-salmódiala diosero badly either, the touch-organs, is repeated one hundred ve-ces the maids, the hum one hears everywhere rondón slips of all codes of the beggars, homeless and miserable, and another day feels that, without wanting or desiring it, lie down or memory up knowing the happy song, hated song. After that torture is terrible all day, every hour, everywhere, that song is us, we truly sorry, gets into all the recesses of consciousness and the brain, often we turn our remembering, we hear a our friends there and who does not know it, exploits or cry ... So to hear on the streets muddy eyes, lips rage, feel like going out to the balcony and living apostrophize to repeat millions of times these unfortunate and tiresome tunes. Lyrics of the books disappear as they sing in the street, those lips are mysterious in tease our brain consciousness memas repeating the verses, music jerk ... From Kapila and Cohem Patandjali to Boustroux and no philosopher has not been occupied it, but oh Fustel de Coulanges, have revealed that ancient city! Starke Oh, we have revealed the primitive family! Oh Spencer, which have revealed the moral of the various peoples! Letourneau Oh, we have revealed ethnic psychology! Gidins Oh, oh Atkinson, Lubbock and what other ancient or modern country and which city has made martyrs of those who work with the exploitation of those songs, those cries, those indescribable shades voceamientos capable of revolutionizing the entire comparative philology of Saic, whole Iberian penetration of Oliveira Martins? ...

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spend quiet, relentless, senseless, three youths chuIones, organ removed or escaped characters in a novel castiza, with the faces of Apaches Picasso or Van Gogh inmates, Solana or fallen. These subjects Shout nothing outrageously popular newspapers, and walk Shout slowly, pausing with mystery and pronouncing words with tremendous force and sugeridora: testatur magna voce per vias. The balconies are full of people. What? And the three sinister howling these phrases: "The Tal, with the extraordinary mystery of the murdered woman in the walls of Brown ... ! 'Must hear them in these sentences the words "extraordinary" and "killed" it is not possible to reach further into the heart of the chill, the unexpected, of the wildly frightening. When I buy a number are nevertheless of voicing, or even look to the buyer, serious, solemn, as if to give the number give something of themselves ... They are what they are, the first Newspaper hawkers in the world, y. .. Olé! ... Poor education, poor books! The woman, who was not ever killed in the suggestive walls of Pardo, this periodical, which is not extraordinary, once again breaks the severity of mental effort, the pen stops on the pages, horrified, the timid ideas hastily hide inextricable fabric of the axons of neurons until the shouting. Spend the shouting y. .. is the sharpener, good and suffered Galician herded their conference yet, with its abrasive paste, the living and the walnut, the flat board to seat the edge, especially with this one acoustic condition: their being heard castraderas in floors high. The god Pan is not known tablet box with twelve holes of varying depth and produces the most penetrating and disturbing sound imaginable. And after the cat suffered castrator, here is the comp00000ner pots, and pans coffers ", the" de Jarama Alive ', that of the' fine mats and litigation ", the uncle of the pans, the uncle of the dishes or batch porcelain pots; to blind howling "No piece better than the view" and describes des-space and realistic "what is seeing and not seeing ..." And as if this were not enough, there is the Man of the towels, "You should see the towel that I will give two real!" And the lame and maimed of the pins, which sells saying: "By God, ladies !»... and that the children chide him thus: "To the beloved, huh?" In the balcony railing of a child cries inconsolably, have locked up, and their crying lasts for hours. The street kids insult to the centenarian living in it, and stones rom-pen the dish of food from home of Martha, with whom he lives all day. The piano bar does not stop, tireless and inexhaustible table paso doble del Gallo plays the waltz from The Merry Widow, giants, Marina ... The solar woman calls loudly for their children for hours. Girls playing circle. Children sing at all beggars sang before. An unbroken horse trader test or horses on the street. And in a guest house is in front, a bellowing tenor tirelessly alleged "died disesperato" Tosca. Eugenio Noel


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San Saturio in Soria (Eugenio Noel, Spain nerve to nerve, 1924)

SAN Saturia IN SORIA

few interesting sites such as the monastery of San Saturio in Soria. Even after the impression produced on the soul in the cloister of the collegiate church of San Pedro and arches of San Juan de Duero, the vision of this kind of Mount Athos anachoristyrion deeply ingrained memory. To the left of the Douro, on very high bluff system, the piety of centuries-the golden legend mercy to Maelstrom, to Metaphrastes Simeon, at John Mosch, has been rising in the air and built into the projections and hollows of the rocks a unique building. Consists of the famous hermitage in a series of buildings of brick, stone and plaster resting on the sacred mountain, a tiny hagion Oros, "The walls facing the river are an indescribable charm, a curious and plot sugeridora Greek or Maronite or of lauras of San Sabas in the torrent of Kidron; Serval pictures, pages of L'Afrique chrétienne Of Lecrercq; of Harnach in Mönchtum Das. But in these high vertical walls to the river there koinosbios, no monastic community life, there are myriads of these balconies or windows that distinguish the vast eastern monasteries, where the 'working states ", in the beautiful phrase of Benedict of Nursia; are those stout masonry walls Castilian following internal caves inhabited San Saturio, with few gaps to the outside, but the landscape is at the Douro by those sites, roughness and stiffness of rule of St. Basil. Here's what a soul can deepen scholar at the hermitage of Soria, the difference between the fierce individualism of our hermits and the common life of the Cenobites given elsewhere. San Saturio life is a life entirely our own, the story of Santeria, an enlightened farmer wants nothing to anyone and that all necessary Sitan worship because of their intercessions. He goes door to door asking, and all they ask him. Give bread, and he gives sentence, if, by going to the city in search of bread, the river has risen, goes on dry Saturio on the raging waters of the river, all his thaumaturgy be similar to that prodigy, is a necessary , a wonder of the will. The whole interior of the famous chapel meets this criterion of Iberian holiness, from the chapter of the Hermandad de los Heros to really gruesome grotto deep and for so many consecutive years RVAR the bones of a hermit. We have spent several days studying and these dark buildings, apart from the conventional care of those now living to teach laura, all there is ours, Iberian, the rooms were thrown sometimes bishops in spiritual exercises, co-ces santeros of current underground stairways, corridors, caverns, nooks and chapels. There is a piece of furniture out of tune of our character or a window that is not ideally oriented. Bars, boxes, tables, benches, and no one has agreed to preserve their way of being tough, without this being one of those "houses of Greco" or other such, have an unmistakable character. There are things of times, they are everyday things, those things we ever involving our way of being contemplated-tive, sober and sullen. We wrote here several evenings in our holy book ORT About Byzantine gold, believing that the site would lend itself to reconstruction and old styles, and it was not. These sites are places nihilists of quietism Priscillianist or mills, with total darkness and remoteness from living life, not because she vex fuzzy spirituality, but because the best of the best to not think about anything. These car-tujas are a strange individual uniqueness in the history of monasticism. It seems in fact that here-Pulte is doing it for living away from everything, even God himself. Shortly after these caverns remain enormously annoying to hear, and the same silent inner word embarrassed. It is not fear, or spiritual edification or ineffable loneliness; is simply not feeling any anxiety to speak or hear. "Is not good for nothing? "Says a proverb of the Greek people. Become pappas. "Our hermit, and over any converts into saints and patterns of cities, may add to the vulgar adage ironic excellent pages Soul of race. The test of all is that the veneration of generations to understand things so supremely well, if not the resurrected saints would miss the bare walls of the cave where he lived, and gladly would host the new buildings, appliances and furnishings. This kind of renunciacio-tion falls in an excellent manner in Iberian souls, all the same thing would to be possible. Until the power of miracles is understood as an easy thing. What may have surprised a spirit that is amazed by its very existence and pray that others win the afterlife as soon as practicable? Undoubtedly this is in hermitages and new ways of San Saturio see our highly original religious vision, our emotional life, our, sentimental realism, never more fiercely charged that when any of us feels to be lonely vocation. Then, as now can be seen here, is when we project on things that very special way of being that the more harsh, rigid, dry, they are in themselves. Valen well worth shrines like these. Whenever you see with new performances by visiting pilgrims and not as a feeling frozen in dogma.




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Eagle on Numancia (Eugenio Noel, Spain nerve to nerve, 1924)

THE EAGLE ON NUMANCIA

Oh beautiful phrase from Virgil: Spirantia mollius aera ...! Eagles, said the pastor, flying alone. And that bird is an eagle. For a long time his big black spot flew slowly over the course of Tera, then planned with the majesty of a velívolo modern crossed in height inaccessible to other birds that she, the village of Garray. Is now upon us, a few meters, on these slopes of Cerro Muela, the most suggestive of English hillsides. Spellbound

look at it. It is black-black at all, and has, as the walkway myrsaeta Guadarrama, feathered legs, or the tuft of bristles at the peak. A ray of sunshine yellow on his head and on the edge of the wings.

As if sensing the soul's desire, the eagle does not go, and slow, so slow, turn several times around the monolith erected in honor of Numancia. Delicious coincidence, that carries the heart too far: this eagle flying over the sacred ruins! Comes

peak Front, bow high moorland of the music industry, anchored in the light of Soria, the pastor knows that comes from there. Knows that there is a raptor flying Bonelli of terrero, or an eagle albeante, leverets Thief: eagle mountain is, of which nest in rocks and not in trees like bald vultures, of which guards struggle with the same when lambing.

Whatever you want, your vision is adorable, and seeing her so cer-American Iberian times forget that the sacred place woken in the love of the breed. The beautiful bird, more beautiful and the reality of this sunny day in the stylized lyrics, which in heraldry, fills the whole soul. Oh, do not go, not to leave, although it has come to smell the abandoned carcass of a beast! These immense wings, I see so close to the heart inspires radiative forcing, communicate healthy ener-gy. Powerful mass, black, gold edges, their huge plumes that look like bronze, not away from the eyes should never ...

But she goes ... and soon a point is nothing else in the pano-rama super in the backdrop of woodlands running from the snow to snow Onion Chaumus Mons, where the Romans defeated Graco our non-Madas inaferrables. Cuesta Work forget the raptor silhouette pride, to get an idea of \u200b\u200bnot seeing her again but through the cold words of a Willonghbi Verner ... Back in the wind, when it was high, seemed to break the shaft of a Roman legion teaches. Labor costs now to recall the books that speak of the Iberian mountain alive after seeing the eagle on the city unearthed by Saavedra and Schulten.

How will these excavations and rock it, these venerable streets? Other eagles watched the city proud and indomitable race in all its glory, that charred city, now reappears in the Latin city, moved by hand Mélida wise. Come those eagles, as it has been, since the ramifications of Idubeda, from the outskirts of the old saws, they would then have these weird names read in the ancient geography of Forbiger in geographers Latino, Riese, in the Greek geographers, Mueller ... and surprised, "laughed the exploits Numantian, gestures of those heroes whose words, transcribed by Veley, are still very marrow of our genius, whose actions, Plutarch's admiration, even today, that all pales in the west of our inertia, are regal glory . There is concern

loftier than to know how was the race that inhabited the country of our birth. These das rounded stones, polished and Meladas as tuff mountain stream, these tiny plots, outlined in llambria the hill, as if waiting for the genius of an Adler or the reconstruction Eustache truya ideals evocative lines, such as scientific streets cally hard north wind scrolling the plateau ... CA-ricia are for English! ... The curious travelers Street sura-da, it supplies to the city that comes back, the imagination itself does not dare to dream. Today no one dreams on the ruins, a way of desecrate; they are not stupid, shadowy mind vague, the cities on the eagles still fly-the we only need the tribute of truth.

How were the men who lived? And know, do not dream. Schliemann know as Troy knew what was in floods of Hissarlik, as Tsountas, Evans, Mélida, Siret, Ce-rralbo, Simancas, know these things, find out exca-vations patients, beyond the Roman layer, beyond ash layer is calcined bones Lencon, Ambon, Litenon, Megara and Retógenes ...

Will the black eagle? She was on the ruins of a fascinating appearance. Here were the men who led the way Hannibal's Domit Perthus port, saw men, men who were like that eagle. Mommssen Riepert and today, as yesterday Italic Livy and Silius, speak of these things. Those days Mela, Ammianus Marcellinus, of Dion Cassius and Orosius, Ptolemy and Solino ... Here two civilizations collided, one being as a synthesis of Eastern epics, one that maybe ... maybe ... why not?, was the reflection of that Iberian Atlantis that Plato in the Critias, and Dionysius of Miletus have great journeys ... Here extinction led to probably the genius Ibero refracted into a thousand different direction. And this is where, through the epic of blood and renunciation think of the ideal of matching our racial origins.

Nothing like the pleasure and amazement of the findings in the ruins buried by sediment jealously. They do not lie, they are not theories, are made fossils are not sung with a labrys lyricism of rhapsody, but rebuilding lives. We must contribute to these revelations to clarify the third book of the Geography of Strabo. We must overcome the miserable fate that had intended to deprive the English accurate knowledge of their past. Because we know nothing of him, because we could not even crack the Iberian alphabet. Everything, everything except these excavations are dreams.

The eagle is often this old Nenaeto, which is always away storms, and algarazos Torbisco. The pastor says, and it is true, the immortal hill is free, thanks to its location, cloud bad mountain is sent to each other without daring to him. Pliny in his Natural History, said that as much enredor passed the statue of Minerva in Nea and the Temple of Venus on the island of Paphos. Like the chest suction from the air vast holy Muela of perspective launch her desire and feeling that one day there in the sacred mamelon soriano whose spirit is hardy to-davi example. The concept of the world, the former has changed totally, archaeological discoveries of Nineveh knowledge have lead to new applications, and only for the soul is the love of truth, the approach of studying the roses, stingy, save the earth itself ...

The eagle is often here. And having found a lovely day we visited this site, one of the few who still deserve the adjective "venerable Spain. Eugenio Noel


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In recent months, the obsession with the various political parties to see who looks Burgos facing most voters, is giving rise to strange situations and a certain tragicomic touch, for example:

From PCAL (also called old Earth Comunera PCAS) is enherbola the Burgos as fundamental in its agenda, attacking blatantly the government of the BIG JOAN LA PUCELLE, if not forget and this is the comic (To tell from Valladolid and Toledo the other members), is the hand that feeds them, and as its name suggests CASTILLA Y PARTY Leon, the monster that oppresses both in Burgos and Castile vetula, the Burgos never forget what these men did to our land from the Courts pucelano our Provincial Government and the Hon. Ayto De BURGOS, let 4 years mired in shame and anarchy.

More striking is the attitude of UPyD, Neo-Nationalist Party-Leftist, which confuses a speech Burgos also markedly Burgos, rejecting any pucelano intrusion or interference in the affairs of the CAPUT Castellae, when a splinter party PSOE, ultra-nationalist character, who does not believe in the autonomic system and therefore never move a finger against the government in defense pucelano CASTELLA CAPUT vetula or Castellae, led by a business tycoon, mixed with trade unionists, a speech shortly credible or rather anything digestible by Burgos on the street.

After this, as it is to say both the PP and PSOE. When put its machinery in motion to resubmit the noble people of our land, under the merciless clutches of the true masters of the BIG JOAN LA PUCELLE (especially LEON VILLANUEVA DE LA RIVA), as well as Juanca Vigara waiting for a good retirement, but especially Juanvi, Lacalle and Escribano fighting over the crumbs and leftovers from the pillaging, and decide who becomes the new Emperor pucelano or valise by the very loyal city of Burgos.

Young Citizens In Burgos, we artos of discrimination and dispossession that is submitted to the vetula Castilla (Burgos), by extension we the same claim on behalf of the Extremadura Castellana (Soria), as the lack of infrastructure and communications to join our people in total isolation, jeopardizing the economic and social development of our provinces, just as an example see the maps of infrastructure the last 30 years in the two territories, along with the population distribution in the same period of time. The looting

pucelano, both in population, industry, services and culture, for example the P. Technology, Private Hospital, the City of Justice, direct communications to the north in a straight line Oncology, Blood Bank, 12000 Burgos historical volumes, ... Association of Notaries.

There are so many grievances from CiBu Young asked the defense of the Spaniards in this community, marginalized, discriminated against and dispossessed, is sad to see that only benefit the provinces out of the ancient region Leon, JOAN LA PUCELLE, PALENCIA, LEON , Salamanca and Zamora lesser extent.

In honor of our older titles left us in the past and in defense of the citizens of Burgos and Soria, all that remains of the Primitive Castilla (the rest formed new communities), as CAPUT Castellae ask the right PRIMA VOCE.

Beyond our party proposed in its program.

That all the elected representatives in the provinces of Burgos and Soria, who feel helpless, seeing the drift which JOAN LA PUCELLE subjects our territories, and expressed in all the villages, towns or provincial cities and by extension, their discomfort.

By declaring personae non gratae to:

1. Francisco Javier León de la Riva, mayor of JOAN LA PUCELLE, by constant humiliation to our people, its strong male character, and lack of respect for all citizens of the 8 areas of this autonomy.

2. Tomás Villanueva Rodríguez, VALID in Juanvi, and the true head of the BIG JOAN LA PUCELLE.

3. Juan Vicente Herrera Campo, for allowing the continued abuse the land of his birth.

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The Olma Pedraza (Eugenio Noel, Spain nerve to nerve 1924)

THE DE PEDRAZA OLMA

Turégano, Coca, Sepulveda, and Pedraza Cuellar. That is five villas brunt of fierce Castilian ancestry, five villages bases were formidable castle and today, in ruins, rubble, and Castilla, are evoking great days splendor! Oh, God above all Coca Castle, a jewel of art! I often, with the two Zuloaga, I thought of you, within your walls, stately incomparable strength of Fon-seca, I read the book before your remains of Diego López: The carpenter's workshop of white and treated builders ...

Pedraza, living page of the most beautiful novel-written have men: of history. If coming from Sepulveda, you look on the horizon the ancient villa, the will see between two hills. A lush ravine, and the only door in that wall that I still keep the people of God knows what greed. The climb is rough, difficult, but the soul is enraptured watching the severe outline of the castle, directed-do, as all the castles in a magnificent site. You have to stop many times to get full impression of strength of that stronghold, in a sovereign way rowed in height above the Cretaceous sedimentary deposits at the foot of the mountains, inaccessible to the enemies dominate the canyon and the town with the air of the towers of Castile, no pa-read from the other towers.

already in town are a delight to eyes vetus-TAS those houses, Roman ruins, traces Romanesque Gothic memories, come-Tanala open at the corners of buildings, rocks molded by the Renaissance, solar gentlemen, Panerona and al-hóndigas home with her looks strong, his arm wrought iron, balustrades and corbels interesting, speaking of stale shields successful ventures.

Where, holidays, comes from the only open door in the wall ride of the mountain, each with their petticoats short yellow or red stripes or black esquirpas, their headbands and earrings, her cloak and skirts gleam, that nothing in the old-vidio out of Jaffee, a broslados cloths at torrei-sized package they and their sandals and chaps, tanned complexion and dark, the algara of the girls in their chairs or bri-donuts genets long stirrup, a handkerchief tied around the head under the tarteño, who knows if I remember the Coif or linen coif that enveloped her hair warriors, who knows if that's farther away, the Almohad ...- kufiléh of the city seems to return to the time of Velasco and the arches and colonnades of the square regain the past glory ...

these farmers are good people. They come from Navarre, Aldealuenga, Gallegos, Matalabuena, Prádena and chests, and all gene-Pelaires granddaughter and commoners, who rebelled with willfulness English to change their customs and costumes and the village which appeared to jump back centuries age pe-flute Church of Our Lady of Carrascal, as if the sight of those ancient relics to be sent back to her sumptuary.

castle constables giant candle. In one of its towers, perhaps the only tower that now stands whole and from which we have seen the crimson earth Segovia, Fran-cisco I left her two children hostage, they were then kings of France. Four years were there, and the castle, proud, as if aware of its past glory, says haughtiness that the artist can interpret, that fall on the tiny village like invisible sheets of a lineage tree stripped.

"That man is Orejana says, pointing a farmer.

And that name is a revelation. Do not born there Aurelian, the mother of Roman emperor that all his Iberian to the bone, the huge Trajan? Trajano, they say, was born here in Pedraza. In the nearby cave of the Greek found hollow seed mixtures of other times ... But Pedraza has within it something mura-Tthe Trajan worth more than the enormous. And that something is ... a tree.

And that tree is like the castle: tough, huge, old and in-threatening.

Who planted there in the corner of the square? Who let it grow until their foliage alone give shade to the market on Mondays? Can you believe that children of Francis I, can not imagine how inconvenient it was Trajan himself. It's so old that it is surprising, so strong that cops. Many men, arms open wheel roundel can not encompassing a trunk. His giant arms open to colossal height in three groups of branches, as leaf clover. The old houses in the neighborhood could take shelter in them without touching them, as the huts of Africans under the huge trees that speak travelers. And there is a cedar of Lebanon, not a California Sequoia or a eucalyptus Aus-Ralia: a top.

Nearby are a church, the Romanesque church of San Juan, surrounded by a large straddle ball for decoration. That temple has an inscription on the facade very beautiful: This house is a house of prayer. "Olma The roots grew under the Roman temple. And any given day, the paving stones are disengaged, the roots broke the slabs, and these bodies, swollen and free snaked by the church.

The olma generously to survive, has spilled onto the esp-ACIO which began in the bowels of the earth, and if the soil destroys vetustísima church extends its velarium imposing on the square. His age is symbolic. Pedraza When there is no doubt the olma continue spreading their branches over the vast tomb. Now reigns over the town, and castle, with its old legends and brilliant stories, not worth what it's worth. The sap flows between the fibers as water in the mountain veins, and the sap is, as the water from the mountains, fresh and honest life. More fortunate than Castilian poplars, surrendered to hack vile, the olma Pedraza grow further and Castilla, will be more beautiful as it becomes older. In the olma

you wonder: What has this land limo thus making such a tree sprout? Does the Castilian genius revealed whole in it, or was he who had planted it in his heart the secret of eternity? When other cities Pedraza denied his Trajan, to seek for them the pride of having begotten, Pedraza may say, pointing to his soul: The land that produced such a tree well could have fathered as emperor. Eugenio Noel



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