Thursday, April 28, 2011

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THE HUMILLADERO

Al roadside or out giving the people, used to be formerly, a place of worship with a cross or an image, which was called shrine, because both those who came from afar, as those who thought out long time, or just passing through there to anywhere if they were devout and in those days we all were, bowed his head and knee, between his teeth, invoking God in a very personal prayer.

shrines were round or square, with dirt floors or pavement, with or without columns, roof or ceiling, with cross of wood or iron or stone, or without any of them but with a blessed image. Weather could be more desolate or under the shade of a leafy tree, trellis or covered roof with frame around its perimeter or forming small steps culminating in the base of the cross. The latter were
that I really liked me, especially if they were raised, because they could see from afar, and mitigated the fatigue to learn that they were near the village.

I have known these shrines where they no longer exist. Progress and carry off all respects neither the loftiest traditions.

But there are still villages and towns where they are kept as silent witnesses to the passage of time, keeping to his credit many prayers that only peace should be in such holy places.

However, in the dark times of strife and hatred repressed, also served as a place of lurking, waiting patient over rival neighbor, demanding the relevant accounts under the law of the knife blade.

who was also going to this sacred place to the time the girls were returning from the ages, and cover in these executioners that protected them in their hard work wearing lighter clothing with lustful intent if any chance any of them, or maybe several, to bow before the cross devout, the light left his calves or part of your breasts, which camera lens at the moment, to capture and burn their retinas the image more beautiful, to have for a long time before such a virtual image, a source of torment to his lust. In

shrines, they used fire duels. It also dismissed their father to the children when they went in search of new horizons. There they stopped to thank those who returned successful and rich, and there hid their shame the failures that afflicted returned with empty hands, those who returned with a learned profession, or at least brought the experience that much better to live life.

But the greatest misfortune is that of those who never returned for ingratitude, have ended up dead or in any contest infamous.

Cuantísimos declared his love to a girl in the shrine. Peter, John Ippolito, Roberto, Ovid, ... declared there so many beauties who were giving birth each year, as God wanted it to complete the cycle of life that is not small.

And these rustic beds, small towns, came the equally rustic cribs that clothed the greater part of the great figures of our history.

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