Dates are appropriate to post a letter written by the great Gustavo Adolfo Becquer legend, hopefully not have copyright, writer and Spanish poet of romanticism.
Mount of the Bores, of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer The night of the dead woke me to not know what time the bells twice; its monotonous and eternal clang brought me to mind this tradition that I heard recently in Soria. I tried to sleep again; impossible! Once stung, imagination is a horse that runs wild and that does not serve throw the reins. By hang I decided to write it, as indeed it did. I heard it in the same place where it happened, and I wrote back sometimes head in fear when I felt gnashing my balcony crystals, shaken by the cold night air. Be that what you want, there is, as the horse drinks. I -Atad dogs; Do signal with the tubes for hunters gather, and demos around the city. Night is coming, It is a day of All Saints and we are in Monte de las Animas. -As soon! -A be another day, do not let me conclude with this flock of wolves Moncayo snows have driven from their burrows; but today it is impossible. Shortly prayer will sound the Templars, and the souls of the dead will begin to ring his bell in the chapel of the mountain. -¡En the ruined chapel! Bah! You want to scare me? No, beautiful cousin; you ignore what is happening in this country because not yet a year ago that has come to him from afar. Restrain your mare, I will make mine the pass, and throughout the way you tell the story. The pages gathered in joyous and boisterous groups; the counts of Borges and Alcudiel mounted their magnificent horses, and together they followed their children Beatrice and Alonso, They are preceding the procession from a distance. For the duration of the way, Alonso told in these terms the promised story: That mountain is now called the Animas, belonged to the Templars, whose convent see there, at the river bank. Templar were warriors and religious at once. Soria conquered the Arabs, the king had come from distant lands to defend the city by the side of the bridge, making it noticeable injury to his nobles of Castile; so they had to defend themselves known as the conquered alone. Among the knights of the new and powerful Order and the nobles of the city fermented for a few years and finally exploded, a deep hatred. The former had bounded the mountain where abundant reserved to meet their needs and contribute to their pleasures hunting; the latter determined to organize a raid on the preserve, despite strict prohibitions of the clergy with spurs, as they called their enemies. The voice of challenge ensued, and nothing was party to stop one in his hobby of hunting and others in their efforts to hinder it. The proposed expedition was carried out. remembered not her beasts; before the present would have dragged many mothers mourning for their respective children. That was not a hunt, it was a gruesome battle: the mountain was littered with corpses, wolves who wanted to exterminate had a bloody feast. Finally, the king's authority intervened: Mount, damn occasion of so many misfortunes, was declared abandoned, and the chapel of religious, located in the same mountain and in whose court together friends and enemies were buried, He began to ruin. Since then say that when night comes departed alone hear bend the chapel bell, and that the souls of the dead, wrapped in shreds of their shrouds, run like a fantastic hunt among the bushes and brambles. Braman frightened deer, wolves howl, snakes give hideous whistles, and the next day have been printed in the snow traces of the fleshless feet of the skeletons. Soria why we call the Monte de las Animas, and so I Dear Alonso's relationship ended just when the two young men reached the end of the bridge that leads to the city on that side. There they waited the rest of the party, which, after the two riders incorporárseles, missed by the narrow and dark streets of Soria. II servers had just lifting the cloth; fireplace high Gothic palace of the Counts of Alcudiel live off a glow illuminating some groups of ladies and gentlemen around the fire talking familiarly, and the wind whipped the leaded glass warheads lounge. Solas two people appeared outside the general conversation: Beatriz Alonso: Beatriz kept her eyes, lost in a vague thought, the whims of the flame. Alonso looked at the reflection of the fire sparkling in the blue eyes of Beatrice. Both save a deep silence not so many time ago. The owners concerned, regarding the night of the dead, dark stories that appeared spectra and represent the title role; and the bells of the churches of Soria bent far away with a monotonous and sad tolling. -Beautiful raw Alonso said finally breaking the long silence in which they got together,; soon we will separate ourselves perhaps forever; the arid plains of Castile, his rough and warlike customs, their simple habits and patriarchal know you do not like; I heard you sigh several times, perhaps for some distant heartthrob your lordship. Beatriz waved cold indifference; a whole woman character was revealed in that disdainful contraction of her thin lips. Perhaps by the pomp of the French court; where you've lived here he hastened to add the young man. In one way or another, I feel that I shall soon lose ... When we separated, I want llevases one of my memory ... Do you remember when we went to the temple to give thanks to God for having restored health you came for 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! It has already lit 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 yours in the beautiful- she said, but in my country received a pledge commits a will. Only one day a present of hands ceremony of a mourner must be accepted ... that can still go to Rome without returning empty-handed. Icy tone in which Beatriz spoke these words troubled a moment the young man calm after said sadly, I know premium; but today celebrated All Saints, and yours at all; Today is a day of ceremonies and present. Will you accept mine? Beatriz slightly bit her lips and reached out to take the jewel, without a word. The two young men fell silent again, and returned to hear the voice of old who spoke of witches and goblins and the hum of air rustled glasses warheads waterfall, and the monotonous sad tolling of bells. After a few minutes, the interrupted dialogue knotted around this: And before the end of the day of All Saints, that yours and mine is held, and can, without tying up your will, leave me a I remember, you will not? He said digging a look at her cousin, who shone like lightning, illuminated by a diabolical thought. -Why not? She said it was touching his right shoulder to find something among the folds of her wide sleeve velvet gold embroidery ... Then, with a childlike expression of feeling, added: 'Remember the blue band that took hunting today, and not know what color emblem told me it was the currency of your soul? -Yes. Well ... it is lost! He has been lost, and thought dejártela as a souvenir. -¡Se has lost !, and where? Alonso said getting up from his seat and with an indescribable expression of fear and hope. I do not know .... in the case mount. -¡En the Monte de las Animas pale and muttered flopping on sitial-; on the Mount of the Bores! Then he continued breathlessly and muffled voice: 'You know, because you've heard a thousand times; in the city, in Castile, They call me the king of the hunters. Not having been able to prove my strength in battle, as my ascendant, I have led this fun image of war, all the vigor of my youth, all the ardor, hereditary in my race. The carpet beneath their feet your feet are spoils of beasts that have died by my hand. I know their lairs and customs; and I fought with them day and night, on foot and on horseback, alone and whipped, and no one will say that he has seen me run away from danger at any time. Another night the band would fly, and fly joyful as a party; and yet, tonight ... tonight. What I ocultártelo ?, I have fear. Do you hear? The bells ring, prayer sounded in San Juan del Duero, the souls of Mount now begin to lift their yellowing skulls from weeds that cover their graves ... the souls !, whose mere sight of horror can freeze the blood of the bravest, turn white hair or steal in the whirlwind of his fantastic career as a leaf carried by the wind without knowing where. While she spoke, an imperceptible smile crossed the lips of Beatrice, that when he had finished said with an indifferent tone, while stoking the hearth where wood jumped and crackled, throwing sparks of many colors Oh! That in any way. What folly! To go to the mountain now for such a trifle! Such a dark night, night of the dead, and setting the path of wolves! Saying that last sentence, he leaned in such a special way that Alonso could not fail to understand all its bitter irony, he moved like a spring to his feet, ran his hand across his forehead, to tear the fear that was in his head and not his heart, and firm voice exclaimed, turning to the beautiful, which was still leaning over the hearth fire lingering in revolver Goodbye Beatriz, farewell ... See you soon . I -¡Alonso! Alonso! it said, turning quickly; but when he wanted or pretended to want to stop him, the young man had disappeared. A few minutes later the sound of a horse galloping away heard. The beautiful, with a radiant expression of satisfied pride that colored her cheeks, lent attentive ear to the rumor that weakened, which was lost, which finally faded. Old, meanwhile, continued their tales appeared souls; The air hummed in the glasses of the balcony and the bells of the city bent in the distance. III had spent one hour, two, three; midnight was about to ring, and Beatriz retired to his oratory. Alonso did not return, not return, when in less than an hour could have done. -¡Habrá been afraid! She cried the young man closing his prayer book and heading to his bed after trying futilely mumbling some prayers that the church consecrated on the day of the dead that no longer exist. After turning the lamp and crossed double silk curtains, she slept; he slept with a restless, light, nervous sleep. Twelve sounded on the clock Postigo. Beatriz dreamily heard the vibrations of the bell, slow, deaf, very sad, and opened her eyes. I thought I had heard a couple of them say his name; but far, far away, and a muffled and mournful voice. The wind moaned in the windowpanes. It will be the said wind; and putting his hand over his heart, he tried to calm down. But his heart was beating with increasing violence. Larch doors of the oratory had crunch on its hinges with a high-pitched whine long and loud. A first and then the other closer, all the doors that gave way to his room were ringing in their order, these grave with a dull noise, those with a long crispador regret. Then silence, a silence full of strange rumors, the silence of midnight, with a monotonous murmur of distant water; distant barking of dogs, confused voices, unintelligible words; echoes of footsteps coming and going, rustling of clothes crawling, sighs drowning, tiring breaths almost feel, involuntary shudders that announce the presence of something unseen and whose approach is noticeable however in the dark. Beatriz, motionless, trembling, head forward out of the curtains and listened for a moment. Thousand different noises heard; the hand through the forehead, tornaba to listen: nothing, silence. He saw with the phosphorescence of the pupil in nervous crises, such as lumps moving in all directions; and when dilating the fixed at one point, nothing, dark, impenetrable shadows. -Bah! he exclaimed, turning to lay his head on the pillow beautiful blue satin of lecho-; I'm as scared as those poor people, whose heart throbs terror under armor, hearing a conseja of ghosts? And closing his eyes tried to sleep ...; but in vain he had made an effort on itself. He soon rejoined paler, more restless, more terrified. It was no longer an illusion: brocade draperies had touched the door to separate, and slow footsteps sounded on the carpet; the sound of those footsteps was deaf, almost imperceptible, but continuous, and his compass creak sounded something like wood or bone. And they approached, approached, and the kneeler was on the edge of his bed moved. Beatriz uttered a piercing scream, and snuggling on clothing that covered her, hid her head and held her breath. The air whipped glasses balcony; water from the distant source fell and fell with an eternal and monotonous sound; barking dogs dilate in gusty air, and the bells of the city of Soria, some near, some distant, bend sadly for the souls of the dead. This happened one hour, two hours, a century, because the night that seemed eternal Beatrice. Finally he blunted the dawn: return of his fear, he opened his eyes for the first rays of light. After a sleepless night and terrors, it's so beautiful the clear white light of day! He parted the curtains of silk bed, and was about to laugh at his past fears, when suddenly a cold sweat covered her body, her eyes became loose and deathly pale faded her cheeks on the kneeler had been bloody and torn the blue band that lost in the woods, the blue band that went looking for Alonso. When his servants came noticiarle terrified to death of the firstborn of Alcudiel that morning had appeared devoured by wolves among the weeds of Monte de las Animas, they found her motionless, contorted, clutching with both hands at one of the columns ebony bed, eyes bulging, mouth ajar; white lips, stiff limbs, dead; Dead horror! IV They say that after this event happened, a stray 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, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH grasped with both hands to one of the columns ebony bed, eyes bulging, mouth ajar; white lips, stiff limbs, dead; Dead horror! IV They say that after this event happened, a stray 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, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH grasped with both hands to one of the columns ebony bed, eyes bulging, mouth ajar; white lips, stiff limbs, dead; Dead horror! IV They say that after this event happened, a stray 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, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH bulging eyes, mouth ajar; white lips, stiff limbs, dead; Dead horror! IV They say that after this event happened, a stray 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, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH bulging eyes, mouth ajar; white lips, stiff limbs, dead; Dead horror! IV They say that after this incident occurred, 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, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH Dead horror! IV They say that after this event happened, a stray 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, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH Dead horror! IV They say that after this event happened, a stray 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, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH before he died, he could tell what they saw, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH before he died, he could tell what they saw, said horrible things. Among others, he said 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 gentlemen on the bones of horses, chasing her like a beast a beautiful, pale and disheveled woman with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH pale and disheveled, with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH pale and disheveled, with bare and bloody feet, and throwing cries of horror, circled around the tomb of Alonso. FINISH
To all of you who like the Spanish-Castilian sure this story or legend will be liked. Gustavo Adolfo Dominguez Bastida Claudio (Sevilla, February 17, 1836 Madrid, December 22, 1870), better known as Gustavo Adolfo Becquer ...
Birth name: Gustavo Adolfo Claudio ...
Nationality: Spanish
To me the author Gustavo Adolfo Becque, Rimas y Leyendas, I love it. I hope you pique curiosity and can be an incentive to read this author born in the beautiful Spanish city of Sevilla.
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