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
Spain nerve to nerve (1924) Stock
Austral. Espasa Calpe. Madrid 1963
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