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
Spain nerve to nerve. Stock
Austral. Espasa Calpe. Wood 1963 pp.43-45
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