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Tour psychomagic Claudia Retamal's work, inspired by Jodorowsky, will be on display until Thursday 12 March.

psychomagic called Claudia Retamal's work is on display at the Institute Alliance Francaise de Valdivia.

inspired the self-therapy writer and filmmaker, Alejandro Jodorowsky, traveled in February last year to Paris (France), where he lives, to find "his artistic direction", he told. "He recommended a Psicomagia. He said I should prepare a work with certain characteristics, which resulted in this work. "

In her work, Claudia Retamal respects the rhythms, language and colors. The letters form the word that his work is titled:" The lyrics follow a logical order, inviting the viewer to play, "explained the artist.

The exhibition opened on Monday 23 and stay until March 12.

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Tor, the enigma of Edgar Allan Poe

Amid a landscape that appears before our eyes virgin The mountain rises which houses within it the village of Tor. We are in the country, on the nature of the Pyrenees, a few kilometers from the border with Andorra and in a town very high, one of the highest in the Pyrenees, some 1,800 meters above sea level. At the foot of the mountain, about 2,300 hectares approximately aguardba Alins people every year come the fall to welcome the residents of this tiny town, with only thirteen houses. Some of them are torn down and burned in the aftermath of civil war, and where the maquis seemed to find refuge. There is a small church, which rose in the last century a priest provide religious services, and that little else can we see behind the walls, almost in ruins, it seems one of the few buildings still remain standing after all these long years.
say the town's name comes from the very god Thor, the Norse mythology, who said he hit her with his ax which would rise a people. No wonder that such legends arose about gods and the new town, as in the mountain that is situated behind the village there is a vast emptiness - a void that could easily have been made with the ax god of thunder - and from which have sprung this and many other legends.

But behind the beauty of this enigmatic enclave, where this one is a satellite dish and the houses are still standing still contain the basics you may have a house, another story, much more disturbing and more attractive for lovers of mystery. It is the story of a cursed people, families who keep silent and hide the secrets that only few "privileged" have had the gift of witnessing. Everyone knows what long ago, it happened right in the middle of town. Residents often remain silent, and forget trying to escape the memories of the past. But a report conducted by the Catalan television station TV3, and the subsequent release of a book, Catalan Tor, three morts i Tretze houses, and Castilian Tor, the cursed mountain have revitalized some stories that were thought lost, forgotten. The book was a tremendous success, especially in Catalonia, mixing journalism and literature. The truth is that among the villagers has also revived old resentments. And this mountain, vast, which is completely covered with snow come the fall, making it impossible to completely step as the winter will arise again, is the sole and exclusive property of the few families that still have their property there.

In 1896 he founded the Society of Condueños Tor Mountain, as it is written on a stone near the village, so that everyone could benefit from the mountain in the part they played. Being a very large mountain, which generated large profits for their inhabitants, plus the only place where you can go to Andorra without having to go through a customs office had raised fears among owners. However, there were some disagreements, since the majority of families leaving Tor in the coldest months of the year, since it was absolutely impossible to live under such conditions of extreme cold, isolated in the middle of nowhere and the only way (a forest track some eight miles) to carried to the nearest town, Alins, at the foot of the mountain, snow-covered access to it impossible. However, there were two houses (or families) that were much stronger than the others. Sansa house and home were Palanca. Only one child could be the owner of all that he had his family, so the "houses", and with them the power, have been passed from one generation to another. Everything was normal until the families started to spend the colder months in Alins. This was not liked by many residents, who thought they were breaking some laws. A lever house heir, Jordi Riba, was sent to study in Lleida, which meant, for the inhabitants of Tor, the loss of rights to the mountain. They say that the heir Sansa house in those days, Josep mountain, he had a deep hatred for this kid, who was dying to climb the mountain. His background in the Marist was short, and despite the misgivings of the people, went to live in the mountains.

say that the Sansa were billionaires who Josep mountain had buried treasure on the mountain, that's why he wanted to. They say many things, and certainly many of them do not contain an iota of truth about what really had everyone, all probably motivated by jealousy. But what is certain, and any passing through the narrow forest track, especially when the night has fallen, you can see, is that the smuggling of goods from Andorra is an obvious fact. I was already more than two centuries, and still is, thanks to the Sansa way it did with his own hands in 1967, which goes to Andorra through the Port of Cabús. It appears that contact was interested in Andorra, whatever the causes. So the way was open for smugglers. However, many say that Sansa out, shotgun in hand, or cutting off the trunk of a tree or a stone to stop the jeep who crossed his path, and demanded something in return, eg snuff, alcohol, or one of the Sansa jeeps "collected." But this step of smugglers would be affected by the intensive efforts of the Lleida Provincial Council to make a path that would connect to Andorra, the mountains being completely expropriated. This too did not like the locals, so the project never got that, apparently, had the support of Andorra.

But history is not only stranger than we can find in a place like Tor. This small town has always been a place of passage, which also sheltered those fleeing the law, and entered the service of the "lords" of Tor. You can not certify that the maquis took refuge in the mountains but it is something often talked about when it comes to the issue of the killings occurred in Tor. In 1944, half-abandoned town, with the chapel demolished and some houses were only rubble after intense battles fought in the Civil War, only a few families could stay and live there. The "hippies", as usually called, served their masters with the intention of having a roof under which to shelter and food have ensured. The fact is that two of the men who acted as bodyguards for Lever, died in a shootout that no information clearly and accurately. It appears that the house and the house Cerdà Sansa, for the year 1976, rented an Andorran, Ruben Castañer the whole mountain, excluding the other neighbors. This led to the formation of a parallel board, led by Lever. Timber lease about Vic loggers, which would eventually end in a shootout. Castañer Ruben used to take guard, and Lever, who made use of these "refugees" to protect the mutual hatred between the two houses. Castañer's bodyguards tirotearían Lever's bodyguards. Where was justice then? We do not know. Maybe they washed their hands, watching the turn was taking everything up there. And thank goodness they were only thirteen houses ...

In 1981, Sansa try to take over the mountain, accusing it's neighbors not to live all year round, but it was not until 1995 when the Sansa you would grant this enormous benefit. Who could confirm who lived twelve months of the year Tor was the owner and master of the mountain. And the only one who could prove, with the smoke from the chimney on the four seasons, was Sansa. Who knows if it was he who was there? Probably, if he were not (although this is to assume too much, as it was a strong and robust man, accustomed to the harsh winters in the mountains), had been a "hippie" of those who always accompanied him. The fact is that, finally, the Court Tremp decided to give the whole mountain, leaving aside the above would have been his ally, the representative of Cerdà house, but maybe Sansa did not know that joy would last bit. Five months after this victory, Sansa would be found in his house, hanged and beaten, his body almost broken by the passage of time (almost four months that nothing was known of him and found the body in summer). The coroner, after several experiments with a cat, we noted that Sansa had died about two weeks before they found the body, but could find no trace inside the house, where lay the old and Sansa. It appears that had agreed to sell the entire mountain and do some ski slopes, which would be the largest in Europe, much more than those of Baqueira Beret with a hundred miles of tracks that belong to Spain and the Principality of Andorra. But still, today, can not say exactly who could kill Sansa.

Following statements by José Antonio Gil, a pastor who had lived for a time in Tor and testified that he witnessed the crime, was accused of murder Marili Pinto, a Brazilian national, and Josep Mont, who lived in La Seu d 'Urgell and it seems that had dealings (not too legal as you can imagine) with the victim. It was a couple who had been a smuggler in another time, but had apparently recovered from a debt Sansa: an amount of about one million pesetas. Both said only that he had been beaten and that his intention was not to kill him, and allegedly left him alive when he left home. However, the Court of Lleida few months later acquit the accused for lack of evidence, as José Antonio Gil had no evidence of having been in Tor during the dates on which the murder was committed. In 1997 he declared the mountain community, but again, in 2002, is returned to the mountain and rights the same to the people whose property had been registered more than thirty years before, and so their heirs, ratified this decision in 2004 by the High Court of Justice of Catalonia. Even today

not been able to clarify many details of the crime, but what is certain is that many of the "alleged" murderers were not very legal dealings with the victim, who was dam Sansa much envy and jealousy, as well as the cause of many of them. Cause a tremendous impression when you get to the border with Andorra and can be seen in the huge panel announcing the move to the principality, a series of holes that appear have been traces of bullets from a shotgun.

There are a blend of characters that have been tainted or accomplices, but there is nothing that can be blamed directly to any of them right now because the lack of evidence is clear, and the silence of its inhabitants sometimes too stubborn or perhaps influenced by fear and the fear of who knows what ...

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Although his international fame has spread thanks to the tales of terror, Allan Poe also made works of poetry and essays and criticism in several newspapers.

Edgar Allan Poe was born in Massachusetts in 1809. He lived and studied in England for five years, after which they also spent a time in Scotland. His literary output began to return to the United States, where he began to write poems in just 15 years. In 1826 he began his university studies, but economic problems had to drop out of college in less than a year. He spent two years in the military, which encouraged the growth of his literary work, first published between 1827 and 1829. Later, in 1832, would begin to publish in newspapers the stories that gave him so famous. Won a major award in 1833, although by then, Poe began to suffer from serious depression that marked his life, influenced by alcohol and debt. Opens a new stage in his life when he married his cousin Virginia in 1836, but failed to steady work until 1840. During these years he wrote many of his most famous poems like The Raven, which was adapted in 1935 to the big screen, and even comics. This would be the piece that won the admiration of the public and which would begin its next golden age of Virginia, where it could enjoy a reasonable economic stability. But in 1847, his wife dies, and begins to experience seizures aggravated by the growing consumption of alcohol. Although he continued to write stories and even a novel, died in 1849 in circumstances that have not yet been clarified.

His work greatly influenced the symbolism, and also in the Victorian writers, especially in Conan Doyle, the resemblance between the characters (Dupin and Sherlock Holmes) and between the stories and analysis which solves the riddle . But it was not until later when to begin to directly influence the writers of the United States itself. Currently, there is a writers' organization called "Mystery Writers of America, which awards prizes called" Edgars. " It is curious how Poe's writings begin their wave propagation in Europe rather than by the United States itself, even in France, where Poe becomes an author of worship for the people.

To understand the work of Allan Poe, is also necessary to understand some aspects of his life that made a dent in depression and melancholy character. The bad relations with his stepfather, problems with alcohol and money, and, above all, death, Poe always around, they were making him a tortured individual by constant delusions. His writings are filled with grotesque stories of the supernatural aspects of buried alive, tortured, brutally murdered. Many of his works are difficult to understand, perhaps because they are imbued with the essence of his thinking. And so, their stories are much more than short stories: in them there are deep reflections on the functioning of the human mind, life and death. We can not forget who is the master and originator of the detective novel, a genre that begins with short stories that would start to what was called "crimes of the locked room." All of them can solve this case by analysis. It creates an archetypal detective novel would be spread among the writers of the century and some later. Events unfold in a closed room, where apparently no escape. Within this room is committed a crime that, in the eyes of the curious or the police can not solve. Only logical deductions from Dupin, through explaining what happened, are able to solve the enigma. The complexity of analysis performed is one of the biggest attractions of history, whose enigmas, though grotesque and unexpected, they become perfectly credible through the chain of conclusions that Dupin states. There is another element in common between the three stories featuring Dupin, in all of them is involved in research through a friend who has been charged and he owes a favor.


MENTAL CAPACITY OF HUMAN

mental capacities that humans have are the basis of this report, especially the analytical capacity and ability to concentrate. We can see (especially in the prologue that begins the story) that the author has developed a kind of essay on mental acuity and their special qualities. Notes by Dupin, analytical ability, as a result of reflective intelligence, not the concentration, linked to care.

But according to Poe, the most important skill and occupying the thoughts of this report is the capacity for analysis. This reveals a more acute sense of perception that the merger itself. Through analysis, we can study the movements of our opponents and even his thoughts by a hand movement, or by observing the direction in which his gaze. Sometimes, some movement could be predicted, but it is the result of intuition, but the analysis because the analyst can even identify with their own adversary. It is important not to confuse the mental capacity to predict, since they are almost opposite terms. The capacity for analysis, although complex and not yet fully explored, there is nothing supernatural or fantastic: it is a real quality that can be found in normal people. They can develop a greater capacity to succeed in tasks that require inference processes that allow them to analyze the external elements of the situation and also get information about the subject you discuss.

Poe illustrates this point with an example: a person who has a greater ability to concentrate can be much better than your opponent when playing chess, because this game requires more attention and rapidly to the opponent. However, in the ladies game the best is the most insightful, because the speed or concentration are not important in this game than the deductive method of an analyst. In the ladies there is only one possible move, and while the chances are smaller, the easier it is for the analyst to deduce the movements of his adversary.

In this story, the strange murder charge in the form of a puzzle, a challenge between reader and writer, in which the author seems to challenge the public to resolve or at least can get in your mind to develop an explanation of the facts. In this way, we managed to understand how strange and extraordinary mental power is to some people, and began a kind of exploration of the human mind.


STREET CRIMES OF THE MORGUE

The Murders in the Rue Morgue, also called The Murders in the Rue Morgue is one of the stories that make up the "crimes of the locked room."

It is a story that has locked itself a theory of the analytical capacity that distinguishes the ordinary men of those who are inside a kind of insight that goes beyond the natural, which is a hallmark for the type of detective Poe presents in his writings. In the prologue of this story can read reflections on this kind of mental capacity and that Poe knew of this issue. Today it is more common to speak of these matters, as scientific advances enable us to know ever better human nature, but when this story first appeared in Graham's paper was an issue that had been treated only above, so that was quite innovative and attractive to the public.

The story takes place in Paris where the narrator, of which we know the name, knows Dupin, a bohemian who shares with him his love of books not found anywhere. Both decide to live together in a house during the narrator's stay in Paris, where they spend time reading and studying. During this time, the narrator discovers that his friend has a very unique talent: he is a very perceptive. But what can not imagine how it can be useful is that sense of perception when attempting to solve a crime, in this case the crime of the Rue Morgue, without being suspected of any kind or tracks that may lead to the solution. During a night on the streets of Paris, Dupin begins to surprise his friend, who seems to read minds deducting their thoughts in such a way that linked a hiccup ten minutes before with a reflection about the theater.

few days later, in the newspaper a story appears online with some testimonies of witnesses of a strange crime in the Rue Morgue. The article reflected the information of physicians and residents who attended a series of screams after that, by forcing the front door to the building, were treated to a gruesome spectacle that bordered on the grotesque. Could find two badly mutilated bodies: that of the daughter, who had been introduced by the hole in the chimney after being strangled, and the mother, horribly maimed, whose head was almost severed from the body, covered in blood and thrown into the courtyard from a small window in a superior rooms. He had several crushed bones and other almost crushed. But apart from the terrible screams alerted neighbors, could not hear any more clear, only the voice of a Frenchman on the top floor. All agreed to have heard a voice, but could not decipher what he said, or the nationality of the speaker. The house was found in complete disorder, so that the police determined that it was a robbery. Dupin, after obtaining permission to inspect the house and be obliged to help a friend who was accused of the crime, takes action, as well as deductive-analytic method that manages to surprise the public and to those involved in crime. Tracks that Dupin gets analyzed are a few fingerprints and a lock of hair found in the hand of one of the victims.

This story appears in it a guide on how to be a detective and what are its fundamental characteristics and qualities. The basis of all logical-deductive analysis focuses on the observation of facts and mental acuity. And Dupin has both of these features that is capable of penetrating up to a human mind. This work is directly influenced the detective story that began to emerge from that moment, creating characters such as Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, which, although it refuses to accept that his character has some resemblance to Dupin, we see that broadly, the work of Poe exerted a strong influence on the writings of Conan Doyle.

Through the few pages in which this story unfolds we find some characteristic elements of Poe and Romanticism that was influential in the United States during the nineteenth century. There are certain elements that make history in particular, elements which tend to appear in the writings of romanticism, full of the magical and mysterious touch of the author.

Dupin • The figure embodies the bohemian spirit along with the narrator, who begins to see the strangeness of his friend. Seems to seek the dark, as if he felt more comfortable after dark, and light the candles, passing whole nights reading books and studying rare. In the house where they both move not receive visits of any kind, since almost no one knows where they live, and just leave the house during the day.

• The human mind and skills make her an object of study that revolves around the culture in general. It is the time the flowering of man as an individual and unique, which leads him to make a self-study, knowledge of the intellect.

· The unknown becomes an almost morbid, since it is an area that borders on elements that do not understand through human reason or by means of scientific explanation. The unknown, the grotesque, horror, turn into something aesthetically beautiful by the words used accurately to create an atmosphere of terror that affects the reader.

We see a double meaning in the same story: the philosophical sense, embodied primarily in the prologue to the story, which becomes a test in which mental processes are analyzed, and the literary sense, that is, the story itself, which combines terror with the detective novel. Maybe you can give the impression that the reflective effect dominates the story as it is presented as an excuse to write about issues almost unknown for the time it was written.

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The story of a girl named Genie Wiley

There are many stories that seem to be unrealistic because of the cruelty they contain, especially those harboring the human suffering and, in particular, we have the pain suffered by children. The case shocked the world when it was unveiled in history. Were studied by then stories like Averyon Victor, who was found in the woods when he was thirteen years old. He behaved like an animal, as it had grown from very small to them, maybe it was left to die or lost by their parents. The fact is that this guy died and the studies conducted around the event were overwhelmed researchers in the decades of 60 and 70.

This is the story of a girl named Genie Wiley., Who lived in a suburb of Los Angeles in 1970.

Genie was born April 18, 1957. His mother was almost blind and her father beat her constant beatings. In addition, Genie had a brother named John. All lived in seclusion at home, and, rarely, Clark, Genie's father, left them out.

When Genie was born, we did not detect any physical abnormality, but did not begin speaking until 20 months, so it was feared he suffered some form of mental retardation. So, fearing that, by their family situation, social services removed him custody of his daughter, Clark locked in a room of the house was almost completely blocked. For thirteen years, Genie could only see about five centimeters of sunlight. At the same time, the only person that Genie had contact with her father, who came to feed (usually with baby food) as Genie was unable to do anything alone. Solia be tied to a chair or in a cage that his father had made for her, and could barely walk upright. He was forbidden to broadcast sound, and if I did, her father beat her. Until one day, Clark is confused and his wife took a Genie and John to go for social services. Alli believed, by height and extreme thinness Genie appeared, which was about six or seven years, and also thought he was autistic. But to know the details of the story out quickly to the police, who immediately took action on the matter. Only the father was found guilty, as the mother, due to its state of almost total blindness and the frequent threats by her husband, could do little Genie. Genie's father, the same day that the trial was held, took his life after being shot in the temple.

quickly, Genie was transferred to Children's Hospital in Los Angeles. They realized that something else failed in the case of the girl, because, apart from not communicate verbally, could not walk straight and do not know things such as feeding herself and dressing. They began their case studies: there were doctors who felt it was useless to teach it to use language, and there were others who felt that it was not yet too late. One of the doctors, Dr. Jeanne Butler got to take her home to study it more thoroughly. Receiving aid Genie government to live at home, and try to adopt it, but to no avail, so the girl, at the insistence of doctors who complained of Dr. Butler said he wanted to take advantage of the situation, had to return to hospital, where he was subjected to constant testing. Then it was discovered almost total inactivity of the girl left hemisphere (the hemisphere in which language skills are key), which appeared atrophied.

Shortly thereafter, adopted a Genie Rigler, who learned to communicate verbally and with signs, but four years later he ended government subsidies and left a Genie. Was returned to her mother, who had recovered some of its visual power after an operation, but returned to give her up for adoption, claiming that he was unable to care. Six families took during this time, and returned to being abused and even stopped talking after being hit by vomiting.

Today, we say that Genie is in an institution for adults with various mental disabilities, but are not sure whether living or dead. With the cessation of investigations being carried out she never really know if Genie had some type of mental retardation or problems with language and social integration were exclusively the result its closure in infancy. If it is true that there is what is called the "critical period of learning" or "sensitive period" in which the plasticity of the brain of an infant or young child is more receptive to learn skills such as the language. After that time, efforts are much older and not getting the same results. Genie made progress in learning vocabulary, but the syntax is kept locked, and that alone was capable of stating phrases like "big stick hit Father (father hit big stick) In the case of Genie, was achieved not socialize.

have written pages and pages on Genie Wiley and on other cases children "feral", or children who have been, in one way or another, deprived of social contact in childhood. There is also a movie that was released in 2001 entitled "Mockingbird Do not Sing."

There is much controversy regarding the studies conducted with these children, who were allegedly treated as subjects of experimentation, as if the fact that they could not behave like other human beings in any way prevent them to be treated as such. Genie looked as if he were an animal or something, because the studies are probably subjected to traumatic, and, perhaps, that seriously affect their social integration. In families why it happened it seemed that the money they received to help adopt out the only reason for it to be received within so many homes that was. However, the abuse that succeeded were continuous.

Experimentation with these children has almost completely lost for lack of evidence to ensure, for example, if Genie had some form of mental retardation, as discussed, or if your disability was caused solely by their isolation. Keep in mind that first impressions, which were their parents, was that the girl was delayed because it took much more than any child to speak. Among

feral children throughout history have been finding at least some notable examples such as "wolf children" Hessians, the first documented case that took place in mid-fourteenth century. Averyon Victor is one of the most famous, along with Genie. His case would be the one inspired the creation of characters like Mowgli or Tarzan, but the reality was quite different. At first, Victor was behaving like an animal, and could even respond with aggression if he felt threatened. He learned, like Genie, a bit of vocabulary, but never came to understand syntax. Also made a documentary film about the case, called L'enfant sauvage or wild Child. Kaspar Hauser, a German boy of 16 who had lived in a cell, is another good example. Had serious problems understanding and answered all questions with "no." In your case, there is also a movie, The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser. Kamala and Amala were found in India, and were raised by wolves. Amala died shortly after being found, and Kamala did 8 years later. One of the last cases being studied is to Rochom P'ngieng, a Cambodian who, after missing nearly two decades, was found to steal food in a town near the forest.

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Brief introduction to witchcraft


Overall, witchcraft is an ancient practice that dates back to the years before the era of Jesus Christ. It has many forms of names, like sorcery and magic, which are to produce effects beyond the natural powers. Many times, witchcraft has been compared with Satanism, but it has nothing to do, use the same staff that witchcraft but for other purposes, such as slaughtering animals. In witchcraft the pentagram is used as the balance between nature and humans. After Jesus Christ were called witches and sorcerers to all those people who have no Christian faith.

witchcraft in different streams can be recognized: §

Druidism: A restoration of the concepts, rhythms and practices of the ancient Druids. §
Neopaganism: This is a movement of return to paganism [1] that has been adopted in some cases by cutting movements satanic.


WITCHCRAFT IN HISTORY

As we have mentioned above, witchcraft goes back to times before Christ, and since the times of ancient Mesopotamia and Egypt. In the Medieval period and were strongly linked with witchcraft, with whom he adored ritual and all that came from the ancient religion of fertility.

Today we fallen into the opposite point: it denies the reality of satanic activity, and witchcraft. In these times in which we too often fall into an error: relativism [2] , according to which nothing is good or bad, but depends on the opinion of each individual.

WITCH HUNT

The witch-hunt also began in the era of the Romans, and were burned at the stake all sorcerers and witches who practiced magic. In the second half of the thirteenth century established the Papal Inquisition, which began to impose charges of witchcraft. In 1275 was given for the first time in Toulouse's first known case of a witch burned at the stake taken by an inquisitor. Confessed have given birth to a monster that fed on the flesh of children, and had been caused by having sex with evil spirits. In Salzburg, there was a strong tendency to prevent the death penalty on charges of witchcraft, but in the fourteenth century some papal constitutions led the investigators to conduct trials for witchcraft and magic.

in southern France was where most impacted the cruelty of the Inquisition in 1334 indicted 63 people, eight were burned at the fig tree, and two of them, tortured and battered, to ultimately confessed to have attended a coven . The persecution was fierce in all countries, for example, in England and Scotland tried more than 300 people and together with them, a girl of supposedly had some "false witnesses" who accused her of witchcraft.

In America, the festival of Halloween is celebrated on October 31, as the day they are remembered the stories of witches, which are disguised as witches, monsters, etc ... People say is a form of mockery, but this is a pagan desire to fill a void.

In Mexico in the late nineteenth century, two women were burned, and confessed to having assisted the fire with other people to sacrifice and satanic practices, only confessed because of the terrible tortures that were subject, so they had to admit that carrying out such practices.

WITCHCRAFT TODAY

In these modern times, the practice of witchcraft, and with great force. Rome is the city where more names are satanic cults, or at least know with certainty where their existence. There is a Druid Order founded in 1717, called Druid Order, which is identified with Druidism. Native American religions and African Americans are the most use Neopaganism, another kind of witchcraft is very much linked to Satanism and demonic cults. In the Basque Country is a process of trial, the first in the land: Zugarramundi in the village of 300 people convicted and executed eighteen. They were condemned for wrecking boats, also were accused of necrophagy [3] and vampirism. PERSONAL ASSESSMENT




I know that throughout history there have been many injustices around the theme of witchcraft, many death sentences. I have the feeling that people do not realize that witchcraft is a point of suspense, the magic point. The Church gives us to understand that magic, if not from God, the Devil. I can not understand why there can be magic that is neither God nor the Devil. As is well known, there is a struggle between science and religion. Could not be united to find solutions that are more important? My opinion on this issue is that, thanks to our ancestors, we showed that the magic used to be their belief and were not afraid, and after reaching the famous Inquisition, which only served to break up families and leaving children orphaned did not realize that existed before our great Jesus Christ. Throughout the long history of humanity, if we stop to think of the word Inquisition, it seems that all dictators in history could be called inquisitors. Would have thought they can with everything? People believe in what you see in the material. I tried to imagine many Sometimes the reason for the crimes of the Inquisition and the fact that only women judge. Perhaps it had something to do with the myth of Adam and Eve, the woman is the personification of evil and who is tempted by the devil. Adam is only a mere victim of Eva, so that in the Old Testament, the burden of guilt always brings the female figure.

History has taught us that there were witches and wizards, both served the same function and only judged a witch. I have the slight impression that the inquisitors were afraid of being taken away from their God, for without it, human beings would not come forward. I, as a Catholic I am, I know that Jesus was a messenger of God, but if you think about it carefully we can ask the following questions: was not magic, too? Why not called witch? No end to write on this subject, but the final conclusion I leave to the mercy of the readers.



[1] According to the DRAE Paganism is the religion of the heathen or pagan.
[2] According to the DRAE Relativism is the doctrine that reality has no permanent substrate is the relationship of phenomena.
[3] According to the DRAE scavenging is the act of eating the carcasses and carrion.

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A Rose for Emily

William Faulkner (1897-1962)


Faulker This story is inspired by the decadence of the peoples of South America. The top player and the central core of the story is undoubtedly Miss Emily, with which Faulkner shows us his vision decaying Southern society. William Faulkner was born in Mississippi, so many of his works contain the same sense that we speak southern, and we can experience reading this story. There are some characters, like Colonel Sartoris, which appear in other stories and novels, playing this so characters and environments that are considered characteristic of the author.


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When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town attended his funeral, the men, with a kind of respectful devotion to a fallen monument, the women, mostly motivated by curiosity to see inside from home, no one had seen in at least ten years, except an old servant who served as cook and gardener.

was a house built as a large framing square and heavy, which had once been white, decorated with domes, capitals, scrolls and balconies built with heavy-century excess seventeen, located where once had been our most distinguished street. But the garages and cotton mills had invaded and destroyed even the memory of the August names of that neighborhood. Just left the house of Miss Emily, lifting its stubborn and coquettish decay above the cotton wagons and gasoline pumps (an eyesore among eyesores). And now Miss Emily had gone to meet with representatives of those August name that rested on the shaded cemetery, between the line and anonymous graves of Union soldiers who had fallen in the battle of Jefferson.

While living, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty and an obligation, a sort of hereditary obligation for the city, going back to that day in 1894 when Colonel Sartoris, the mayor - who originated the edict was proclaimed that no black woman could appear in the streets without an apron - he was exempted from paying taxes. The exemption dates from the death of his father and was later given to the perpetuity. As Miss Emily had not accepted alms, Colonel Sartoris invented a story to the effect that Miss Emily's father had loaned money to people with whom the debts were paid. Only a man of the generation and character of Colonel Sartoris could have invented, and only one woman as Miss Emily would have believed.

When representatives of the next generation, with more modern ideas, became mayors and aldermen, this arrangement created a little discontent. Earlier this year he mailed a notice of tax. February came, and there was no response. They wrote a formal letter, asking her to call the sheriff's office when he could. A week later the mayor wrote personally, offering to personally go to your house or send your car to pick her up, and received in reply a note on a paper that had an archaic form, written in a thin, fluid calligraphy in faded ink, said he never left the house. So, without further comments, closed the tax notice.

is called a special meeting of the board of aldermen. They sent a delegation to go and talk to her. That's how we met and knocked on the door, through which no visitor had passed since Miss Emily stopped giving China painting lessons eight or ten years earlier. The old black man received them in a dark entrance from which a staircase ascended to a place even more bleak. In the place smelled of dust and closed, the smell loaded, cold and wet. The black man led them down the hall, which was decorated with heavy leather upholstered furniture. When the black drew the blinds of a window, they saw that the leather was cracked, and when they sat down, a thin layer of dust rose slowly on his thighs, small specks floating detectable in the one ray of sunlight that through the window. In a dull frame, located above the fireplace, there was a pencil portrait of the father of Miss Emily.

All rose as she entered: a small woman, dressed in black thick, with a heavy chain around his neck and fell to her waist and was lost in the belt, which leaning on an ebony cane with gold handle wear. Her skeleton was small and wiry, this could be the reason why, so that any woman could have been just a little volume, she was obese. Looked bloated, like a body that had been totally submerged in stagnant water, and had an extreme pallor. His eyes, buried in the hefty bumps on his face, looked like two small pieces of coal pressed into a lump of dough as his gaze passed from one guest to another as they exposed him why they had gone.

asked not to be seated. Simply stood in the door and listened, quietly until the spokesman finished explaining the situation. Then they could hear the ticking of the clock that hung from his invisible chain of gold hidden beneath the belt.

His voice was dry and cold.

- I have to pay taxes in Jefferson. Colonel Sartoris explained it to me. Maybe some of you may ask someone from City Hall to explain and inform them there what they want.

- But we have done. We are the City authorities, Miss Emily. Did not receive a notice from the sheriff, signed by him?

- I received a paper, yes, "said Miss Emily. - Maybe he considers himself the sheriff ... I have no to pay taxes in Jefferson.

- But there is nothing in the records to prove it, you can check yourself. We have to go to ...

- Go to see Colonel Sartoris. No I have to pay taxes in Jefferson

- But, Miss Emily ...

- Go to see Colonel Sartoris (Colonel Sartoris had at least ten years dead). No I have to pay taxes in Jefferson. Tobe! - Exclaimed, and immediately the black appeared -. Accompanies these gentlemen at the exit.




II This defeated the rulers, as their fathers had won thirty years before the affair with the smell. That was two years after the death of his father and shortly after her fiance - the one we thought would marry her - had left. After the death of his father left very little, after her fiancé disappeared, people hardly saw her. A few women had the temerity to knock on his door, but were not received, and the only sign of life in that house was a black man - a young man back then - that came and went with the market basket.

- As if a man - any man - could keep a clean kitchen, "said the women, why were not surprised when the smell began. It was another kind of connection between gross and crowded world and the significant and powerful Grierson.

A neighbor of Miss Emily went to complain to the mayor, Judge Stevens, who was then eighty years.

- But do you want me to do with this, ma'am? "- Said the mayor.

- Wow! Then send an order telling him to, "she said. - Are not there a law?

- I'm sure it will not be necesesario, "said Justice Stevens .-'s probably just a rat snake or a black that has killed him in the courtyard. I talk to him.

next day he received two complaints, one from a man who was with their protests, but it seemed be unsure of himself.

- really need to do something about it, sir. Would be the last in the world to bother Miss Emily, but we must do something.

That night the board of trustees met: three elderly and younger Caramba, a member of the new generation.

- is quite simple, "said the youngest. - Tell him to clean his house. Give him time to do so, and if it does not ...

- Gee, mister! - "Judge Stevens - you accuse a lady in her face of smelling bad?

So the next night, after the stroke of midnight, four men crossed the lawn and slipped stealthily into the house, like thieves, snooping around the base of the brickwork and openings in the basement, while one of them, carrying a sack on his back, and drew his hand got the sack in a rhythmic motion, as if sowing. Forced the cellar door and sprinkled lime there, and all around the building. When they had finished and returned to cross the garden, the light from a window that had been dark was lighted and, behind her, she could see Miss Emily, his torso still erect like an idol. They slipped quietly through the garden and shadows of acacia trees that lined the street. After a week or two the smell disappeared.

That's when people began to feel compassion for real. The common people, remembering how old lady Wyatt, her great aunt, had finally become completely crazy, he began to believe that Grierson had a little more than they really were. None of the young men was good enough for Miss Emily. We represented the family Grierson imagination for a long time as a table: the background, Miss Emily a slender figure dressed in white, his father as a silhouette in the foreground, behind her, whilst holding a whip, both framed by the entrance to the house. So, when he was thirty-still single, we were not exactly happy, but we experienced a feeling of sweet revenge. Even with a mental illness in the family, Miss Emily had not failed suitors, if he had not turned that way ...

When his father died, it took to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwho had left the house and broke, and in its way, people were happy, at least they could feel sympathy for Miss Emily. When she was alone and poor, became human for the rest of the people. Now, she would learn the old fears and the despair of having a penny more or less.

The day after the death of his father, all the ladies prepared to call home and offer their condolences, as well as help, as is our custom. Miss Emily were received at the door, dressed as usual and no evidence of pain on his face, and said that his father had not died. He remained in this position for three days, although it was called by church ministers and doctors, trying to persuade her to have put the dead body.

said she was not crazy then. We had no choice but to do so. Remember all those men that their father had missed, and we knew that nothing in his pockets, would have had to cling to the same people who would once have despised, as everybody would.




III was sick for a long time. When we returned to see, had cut his hair, which made him appear almost a child, with a vague resemblance to those angels that decorate the windows of the churches had in their expression a kind of mixture between the tragic and serenity .

By then, people had just signed contracts to pave streets and in the summer following the death of his father banging works. The building came with black mules and machinery, and in front of all, a foreman named Homer Barron, a Yankee great, tanned and ready, with a tremendous and a big voice and eyes lighter than his face. The kids used to keep the people in groups to hear ranting to blacks, while blacks were singing while stood and dropped the peaks. In no time, Homer Barron knew all the townspeople. Whenever you hear a lot of people who laughed at the people, sure Homer Barron was among the group. At that time, we began to see him with Miss Emily on Sunday afternoon, strolling in the yellow wheeled carriage or a pair of horses for hire.

At first we were glad to see that Miss Emily may have some interest, because all the ladies said: "Of course a Grierson would not think seriously of a Northerner, a journeyman either." But there were others, older people, saying that even the pain could not make a woman truly forget the noblesse oblige, of course, without calling it noblesse oblige. They just say

- Poor Emily! Should remember their relatives.

had some relatives in Alabama, but years earlier his father had had an argument with them because the state of the old lady Wyatt, the woman who went insane, and there was no any communication between the two families, so had not even been any of them representing the funeral of his father.

And as soon as the old saying, "Poor Emily!", The whispers began. "You think that's true?" He said to one another. "Absolutely! What else could you ...?" And to talk about it put his hands around his mouth, after the windows environment to avoid the fierce sun of Sunday, when they could hear the faint and swift clop-clop-Lick passing horses. Then, after a rumor of silks and satins, the ladies exclaimed: "Poor Emily! "

However, Miss Emily had her head held high, even when we had every reason to feel humiliated. It was as if time would require more than ever the recognition of their dignity as the last of the Grierson; as having the need to pretend that touch of honest simplicity to convey its immunity. In the same way as when you bought the rat poison, arsenic. That happened about a year after they had started to say: "Poor Emily!", And while his two cousins \u200b\u200bwere visiting her home.

- I want some poison - he said to the druggist. He was then about thirty years, although was still a slender woman, though thinner than normal with a cold stare, dark and proud, shining on a face in which the meat was tightened at the temples and the eye sockets, as the expression of someone he was forced to watch the light of a lamppost.

- I want some poison - he insisted.

- Yes, Miss Emily. What kind? Why rats and why? We recommend ...

- I want the best you have. I do not care what kind.

The druggist named him several.

- would kill even an elephant. But what you want is ...

- Arsenic.

- Es ... arsenic? Yes, ma'am. But what you want exactamen ...

- I want arsenic!

The druggist looked her up and down. She stared back, rigid, his face taut as a flag.

- Well, of course! - Said the druggist. - If that's what I want ... But the law requires that say what you will use.

Miss Emily, now head up, kept his eyes fixed on the grocer until he looked away, went and got the arsenic and wrapped it. The black boy brought the messages of the package, the druggist went into the back room and never returned. When he opened the package at home saw that the box under a skull and crossbones, was written: "For rats."


IV

So, the next day, we all began to ask: "Will he go to kill yourself?" And said it would be best. When he had begun to do with Homer Barron, we thought: "You'll marry him." We then said "Maybe, he even suits" because Homer himself had stressed (he liked men, and knew that heavy drinking in the company of younger men of the people in the Elks Club) not man was a matchmaker. Back said: "Poor Emily! "Whispering behind the windows, we saw while walking on a Sunday afternoon in the carriage shining: Miss Emily with her head high and Homer Barron with his hat cocked and a cigar in teeth, harnesses and whips in yellow gloved hands.

Some time later, some of the ladies began to say it was a disgrace to the people and a bad example for young people. The men did not want to intrude, but in the end forced the Baptist minister women (people's social environment was Miss Emily Bishop) to warn her. Never reveal what happened during that interview, but refused to return back to that house. The Sunday following the minister's visit, Miss Emily and Homer Barron returned to walk the streets, and the next day the wife of the Minister wrote to the Alabama family of Miss Emily.

And having some relatives under his roof again, we crossed their arms to see how it develops. At first nothing happened. Then we were sure they were going to marry. We learned that Miss Emily had been in the jewelry and had ordered a men's bathroom set in silver with the initials HB on each piece. Two days later, we also learned that he had bought a complete set of clothes man, including a nightshirt, and said: "We're getting married." We were very happy. We were happy because the two cousins \u200b\u200bwho were staying at the house of Miss Emily Grierson was more than Miss Emily had ever been.

So we were not surprised when Homer Barron (the streets had been finished for some time) went. We were a little disappointed because it was not a public notice, but we thought had gone to prepare for the arrival of Miss Emily, or to give you the opportunity to shake off the premium. By then it was a conspiracy, and we were all allies of Miss Emily to outwit their premiums. Indeed, after a week, the first game. And, as we had expected all three days Homer Barron came to town. A neighbor saw the black man to receive it by the kitchen door when he fell one afternoon.

And that was the last time we saw Homer Barron. And to Miss Emily for some time. The black man came and went with the market basket, but the door remained closed. Sometimes we could see it in a window for a few moments, like the men who spread the lime, but for almost six months did not appear in the streets. Then we realized that this was expected too, as if the character of its father, who had ruined the lives of his mother so many times, had been too virulent and too fierce to die with him.

When we returned to see Miss Emily, had grown fat and her hair was graying. During the following years, the gray color was enhanced progressively until it reached almost a heavy leaden gray when he stopped colored. Until his death, he was still vigorous leaden gray as the hair of a middle-aged man.

All those years the front door remained closed, except for a period of six or seven years, when it should be forty years, during which taught painting, attending the daughters and granddaughters of Colonel Sartoris' contemporaries, with the same regularity and the same spirit in which they were sent to church on Sundays with a twenty-five cents for the collection tray .

Meanwhile, their taxes had been forgiven.

Then, the next generation became the backbone and spirit of the people, and painting students grew up and fell into decline generation, not again send their daughters to the color boxes, brushes and paints tedious cut ladies' journals. The front door closed behind the last of these girls, and remained closed forever. When the people began to use the postal service, Miss Emily alone refused to let him place the metal numbers above the door and hang a mailbox there. Do not listen to them in any way.

Day after day, month after month, we saw the black hair graying and slouching more and more, as he entered and left the house with the market basket. Each December we sent you the receipt of taxes, which would be returned to the post office a week later, in the same envelope and unclaimed. Sometimes we would see in a window on the ground floor (of course, had closed the plant top of the house), like the torso of an idol carved in a niche, looking or not looking at us, we could not say why. In this way, passed from generation to generation: respectable, inescapable, calm and stubborn.

And so he died. Ill in that house full of dust and shadows, with only pussy black man tending it. Even knew she was ill, had abandoned the idea of \u200b\u200btrying to get information to black a long time. Do not talk to anyone, probably not even to Miss Emily, as his voice was rough and tough, as if from disuse.

She died in a Room downstairs, in a solid walnut bed with curtains, his gray head resting on a pillow yellow and moldy with the passage of time and lack of light.


V

The black was the first ladies in the front door, and let them go through their voices and whistling softly to pry their glances around, then disappeared. He walked toward the house, heading towards the back, and was not seen again anymore.

The two cousins \u200b\u200bcame immediately. They arranged the funeral for the next day, and there were the people to look at Miss Emily under piles of flowers they had bought, and the portrait pencil drawing of his father, thinking deeply, placed on the coffin, and the ladies sibilant and macabre. Older men - some with their brushed Confederate uniforms - stood on the porch and the garden, talking of Miss Emily as if she had been one of her contemporaries, perhaps believing that they had courted and danced with her, mistaking time in its mathematical progression, as many seniors do, for whom all the past is not a street that was shaking, but rather like a vast prairie on which the winter has little effect, apart from the new generations the tight junctions of the last decade.

already knew there was a room in that area was going up the stairs, no one had seen in forty years, and whose door would have to be forced. However, they waited until Miss Emily was resting in his grave before opening.

violence to break down the door seemed to fill this room with a powder that invaded everything. A light and pungent sense of mortuary or tomb seemed to lie in every corner of this room, decorated and furnished like a bridal chamber: on the valance curtains of faded rose on the shades of pink on the toilet on the exquisite lamp shaped crystal chandeliers and toilet utensils Boys in oxidized silver, oxidized silver as a monogram with which they were marked was very dark. Between them lay a collar and tie, as if they had just removed, which, when raised, seemed to glow in the dust that is everywhere. On a chair hung a man's suit, carefully folded, under the chair, the pair of shoes and change of socks.

The man lay in bed.

For a long moment we just stand there, peering deep and raw gesture. Apparently the body had lain in a position to embrace, but now the long sleep survived to love that overcomes even the love she had been unfaithful, annihilated. What was left of him, rotted beneath what had once been the nightgown, had become inseparable from the bed where she lay. About him, and on the pillow that was behind him, stood what looked like thick, tenacious coating powder.

Then we realized in the second pillow could hear the crack of a head. One of us lifted something that was on it, and as we approached a little longer, soaking up the dim and dusty dry and pungent invisible in our nostrils, we saw a long strand of gray hair gray. Text translated by

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The mountain of the spirits (for Becquer)

The night I woke up dead I do not know what time you double the bells, its sound monotonous and eternal brought me to mind the tradition that I heard recently in Soria.
tried to sleep again, impossible! Once stung, the imagination is a horse that runs wild and serves not tug on the reins. Just for fun I decided to write it, as indeed it did. I
I heard in the same place of occurrence, and sometimes I wrote back in fear when the head was cracked glass of my balcony, shivering from the cold night air.
Be that as it wants, there is, as the horse drinks. Bind
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-dogs: do the signal with the tubes to meet the hunters, and turn around the city. The night is coming, is the Feast of All Saints and we are in Monte de las Animas.
- So soon!
-A be another day, do not leave me to conclude that herd of wolves Moncayo snows have driven from their burrows, but today is impossible. Soon prayer ring in the Templars, and the souls of the dead begin to ring his bell in the chapel of Mt.
- In the ruined chapel! Bah! Want to scare me?
"No, fair cousin, you ignore what is happening in this country, because not even a year ago has come to him from afar. Restrain your mare, I'll put mine in passing, and throughout the way you tell that story.
The pages gathered in joyful and noisy groups, the counts of Borges and Alcudiel mounted their magnificent horses, and together they followed their children Beatrice and Alonso, who preceded the procession some distance. While
lasted the way Alonso told in these terms the promised story:
"That hill is now called the Animas, belonged to the Templars, whose convent see there on the riverbank. The Templars were warriors and religious at once. Soria was conquered from the Moors, the king had come from distant lands to defend the city by the bridge, making it noticeable injury to his nobles of Castile, which alone had managed to defend well as single conquered.
Among the new knights of the Order and powerful nobles of the city fermented for several years, and broke at last, a deep hatred. The former had bounded the mountain, where boar reserved to meet their needs and contribute to their pleasures, and the latter determined to organize a major raid on the box, despite the severe restrictions of the clergy with spurs, as they called their enemies.
Voice of challenge ensued, and nothing was partly to stop one in his hobby of hunting and the other in their efforts to prevent it. The proposed expedition was conducted. She did not remember the wild beasts earlier this many mothers would have dragged two separate mourning for their children. That was not a hunt, it was a terrible battle, the mountain was littered with corpses, wolves kill those who did had a bloody feast. Finally, speaking the king's authority: the Mount, damn occasion of so many misfortunes, was declared abandoned, and religious chapel, located on the same hill and in whose court they were buried together friends and enemies, began to ruin.
Since then say that when night falls the dead one double hear the chapel bell, and that the souls of the dead, wrapped in shreds of shrouds, run like a fantastic hunt in between the bushes and brambles. Roar frightened deer, wolves howling, hissing snakes are horrific, and the next day have been printed in the snow the footsteps of the fleshless feet of the skeletons. Soria's why we call the Monte de las Animas, so I wanted to out of it before closing night.
Alonso's relationship ended just as the two young men reached the end of the bridge that leads into the city on that side. They waited for the rest of the party, which, after the two riders incorporárseles, was lost among the narrow, dark streets of Soria.
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servers had just lifted the cloth, the tall chimney Gothic palace of the Counts of live Alcudiel glow lighting off a few groups of ladies and gentlemen around the fire talking familiarly, and the wind shook the leaded glass in Salon warheads. Solas
two people appeared outside the general conversation: Beatriz y Alonso: Beatriz kept his eyes, lost in a vague thought, the vagaries of the flame. Alonso looked a reflection of the fire sparkling in the blue eyes of Beatrice.
Both had long kept a profound silence.
The owners concerned, regarding the night of the dead, dark tales in which the spectra and represent the main role appeared, and the bells of the churches of Soria folded into the distance with a sad monotonous ringing. "Beautiful
primary Alonso said at last break the long silence in which they were," we will soon parted, perhaps forever, the arid plains of Castile, their crude customs and warlike, patriarchal habits simple and I know you do not like, I heard you sigh several times, perhaps by some distant lover in your manor. Beatriz
waved a cold indifference, all female character is revealed in this contemptuous contraction of his thin lips.
"Perhaps by the pomp of the French court, where you have lived here," she hastened to add the young man. In one way or another, I feel that I shall soon lose ... When we separated, I would like you to take a memory of me ... Do you remember when we went to the temple to give thanks to God for having restored health to find what you came to this land? The jewel that held the pen my cap captivated your attention. How beautiful it would be holding a veil over your dark hair! And has caught the of a bride, my father gave it to who gave me being, and she took him to the altar ... You want it?
I do not know in yours, "replied the beautiful-but in my country received a pledge committing a will. Only a day of ceremony should accept a gift from the hands of a debt ... you can still go to Rome without returning empty-handed.
The ice cream accent that Beatrice was speaking a moment the young man was troubled, after calming said sadly: "I know
premium, but today are held All Saints, and yours to all, today is a day of ceremonies and present. Will you accept mine? Beatriz
slightly bit her lip and reached out to take the gem, without a word. The two young
fell silent again, and went to listen to the cracked voice of old who spoke of witches and goblins and the hum of the air that was cracked glass of the warheads, and a sad monotonous tolling of the bells.
After several minutes, the dialogue became a knot broken in this way:
"And before the end of the feast of All Saints, in which yours and mine is held, and can, without tying up your will, leave me a memory Do not you do? "He said nailing a look at her cousin, who shone like lightning, illuminated by a diabolical mind.
- Why not? "Cried this touching his right shoulder to find something among the folds of his wide sleeve velvet embroidered with gold ... Then, with a childlike expression of sentiment, added:
- Do you remember the blue band takes to the hunt, and who do not know what color emblem told me it was the currency of your soul?
"Yes.
"Well ... Lost! Is lost, and thought it has to stay as a memory.
- has been lost!, And where? Alonso asked sitting up from his seat and with an indescribable expression of fear and hope. I do not know ....
on the mountain just in case.
- In the Monte de las Animas "she murmured, turning pale and dropping on the seat," the Mount of the Bores!
then gasped and went silent:
"You know, because I've heard a thousand times, in the city, in Castile, they call me the king of the hunters. Not yet been able to test my strength in battle, as my ascendant, I brought this fun image of war, all the vigor of my youth, all the heat, hereditary in my race. Carpet they step on your feet are spoils of beasts that have died by my hand. I know their haunts and habits, and I fought with them day and night, on foot and on horseback, alone and in clay, and no one will say that I've seen fleeing the danger on any occasion. Another night fly by that band, and fly like a joyous feast, and yet, tonight .... tonight. What ocultártelo?, I have fear. Do you hear? With dual campaigns, prayer has been heard in San Juan del Duero, the spirits of the mountain will now begin to raise their yellow skulls among the weeds that cover their graves ... Souls!, The mere sight of horror can freeze the blood of the bravest, turn their hair white or snatch in the whirlwind of his fantastic career as a wind-blown leaf, no one knows where.
While he spoke, an imperceptible smile played about the lips of Beatrice, who when he had finished he exclaimed in a tone as indifferent and poked the fire at home, where the wood jumped and crackled, throwing sparks of a thousand colors:
- Oh! That's all. What folly! Go now to the mountain by such a trifle! A night so dark night of the dead, and fruit set the path of wolves!
In saying this last sentence, leaned in a way so special that Alonso could not fail to understand all its bitter irony moved like a spring rose, wiped his brow as if to pull out the fear that was in your head and not in his heart, and with firm voice said, addressing the fair, which was still bent over Home entertaining in stirring the fire Beatriz
"Goodbye, goodbye ... See you soon.
- Alonso! Alonso! It said, turning quickly, but when he tried or pretended to want to stop him, the boy had disappeared.
a few minutes they heard the sound of a horse galloping away. The beauty, with a radiant expression of satisfied pride to her cheeks, paid rapt attention to that rumor is weakened, which is lost, it finally vanished.
The old, meanwhile, continued in his tales of ghosts appeared, the air roared in
balcony glass and the bells of the city doubled in the distance.
III
had spent an hour, two, three, the average Roche was about to ring, and Betty retired to his oratory. Alonso did not return, did not return, when in less than an hour might have done.
- There will be afraid! Cried the girl closed her prayer book and heading to his bed, having tried in vain to murmur some prayers that the church devoted to the Day of the Dead to no longer exist.
After turning off the light and crossed the double curtains of silk, fell asleep, slept a restless sleep, slight, nervous.
The twelve sounded on the clock Postigo. Beatriz dreamily heard the vibrations of the bell, slow, deaf, very sad, and opened his eyes. I thought I heard a couple of them to pronounce her name, but far, far away, and a muffled voice and suffering. The wind moaned in the glass of the window.
-will the wind, "he said, and placing his hand over his heart, tried to calm down. But his heart was more and more violence. The chapel doors larch had creaking on its hinges, with a long, loud high-pitched squealing.
First one and then another closer, all the doors that gave way to his room were ringing in their order, those with a thud and severe, those with a long and sorry crispador. Then silence, a silence full of strange noises, the silence of midnight, with a dull murmur of distant water, distant barking of dogs, confused voices, unintelligible words, echoes of footsteps coming and going, rustle of clothes being dragged , sighs drowning, breathing heavily almost feel, involuntary tremors that herald the presence of something unseen and whose approach however noticeable in the dark.
Beatriz, still trembling, head forward out of the blinds and listened for a moment. He heard a thousand different noises, passed his hand across his brow, ere it hear: nothing, silence.
saw, with the phosphorescence of the pupil in nervous crises, such as lumps moving in all directions, and when dilated fixed at one point, anything dark, impenetrable shadows.
- Bah! He exclaimed, returning to lay his head on the pillow beautiful blue satin bed, "am I as fearful as those poor people, whose heart beats in terror under armor, to hear a board of ghosts?
tried closing my eyes and sleep ... but in vain had made an effort over herself. Soon rejoined paler, more restless, more terrified. It was no longer an illusion: the hangings of brocade had touched the door to separate, and slow footsteps sounded on the carpet, the sound of those footsteps was muffled, almost imperceptible, but continuous, and its beat was heard something crack as wood or bone. And they came, they came, and moved the pew who was on the edge of his bed. Beatriz gave a sharp cry, and wrapped in clothing that covered her, hid his head and gasped.
The air shook the glass of the balcony, the water supply fell far and fell with an eternal and monotonous sound, the barking of the dogs were dilated in the gusts of air, and the bells of the city of Soria, some near, some distant, sadly folded for the souls of the dead.
So passed an hour, two night a century, because that seemed eternal night Beatrice. Finally the break of dawn: return of their fear, opened his eyes to the first rays of light. After a sleepless night and terrors, is so beautiful bright, white light of day! Silk curtains separated the bed, and I was about to laugh at their past fears, when suddenly a cold sweat covered his body, his eyes haggard and a deathly pale cheeks faded: the pew had been bloody, tattered blue band that lost in the woods, the blue band that went for Alonso. When your servers
terror came to news of the death of primogánito Alcudiel that morning had appeared devoured by wolves in the brush of Monte de las Animas, was found motionless, tense, seized with both hands to one of the columns ebony bed, eyes bulging, mouth ajar, white lips, rigid limbs, dead, dead of horror! IV

say occurred after this event, a lost hunter who spent the night of the dead could not get out of Monte de las Animas, and that the day before he died, he could tell what he saw, spoke horrible things. Among others, says he saw the skeletons of the ancient Templars and the nobles of Soria buried in the atrium of the chapel up to the point of prayer with a horrible crash, and, mounted on the bones of horses, pursued as a fierce a beautiful woman, pale and disheveled, with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso.

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